Teacher and Dad

To be honest, Old Man Yao was utterly stunned.

The bloodshed he had imagined had now vanished without a trace.

Was the Soul Clan truly so snobbish?

No. Rather than snobbish, it was more fitting to say they knew how to adapt to the times.

It was not as though Old Man Yao had never dealt with the Eight Clans. On the contrary, back when he was in the Yao Clan, he had already experienced the arrogance of those ancient clans.

Other than Bloodline Power, the Yao Clan did not judge a person's strength by any other measure. Even though he had been extraordinarily gifted back then, he had still endured endless ridicule from the clan, until he was ultimately cast out as an abandoned son.

Therefore, before coming to the Soul Clan, he had already prepared himself to risk his life.

Yet the reality before him now struck Old Man Yao's heart like a heavy hammer.

"Girl. Did you bring all these people here?"

Looking at the densely packed figures of Dou Zuns, Old Man Yao's mouth twitched as he spoke hoarsely.

"When would this disciple have the time for something so pointless?"

Hun Ruoruo placed her hands on her hips and swept a teasing gaze over the crowd below. "Still, while I did not bring these people here, this does have something to do with me."

"After all, with your current status, even genuine Saint level experts would likely have to lower themselves to meet you."

"..."

Old Man Yao was too shocked to speak.

Although he had long since experienced the admiration of countless people, seeing a crowd of Dou Zuns bow and salute him together still made his blood stir in a way he had not felt in a long time.

Yet what stirred him even