The ancestral hall was utterly silent.
A group of Qi Refiners and Ancient People stood there gaping blankly. The phoenix-eyed young man had a noble identity—he was a scion of the Qinghe Cui Clan, and a cultivator who had undergone Feather Transformation three times. Yet at this moment, he had been mercilessly crushed and casually tossed outside the door.
"That man acts with unmatched tyranny." A scion of an Aristocratic Clan from Red Crow City sighed under his breath. He felt that Chen Xuan was even more overbearing than the Cui Clan—if he could solve something with his fists, he absolutely would not waste words.
"That fits his personality." Yan Yushu murmured inwardly, pondering the consequences this might bring... She had no idea that a great monster from the Southern Wilderness stood behind Chen Xuan. He had no reason to fear the Qinghe Cui Clan.
"...Fuck." Ye Kui raised his head in astonishment. He had originally been squatting on the ground, playing with a teacup once used by a figure from Hidden in the Mortal World. His aptitude was only above average, and all his abilities had been forcibly pushed up through adding points, so he had obtained only an ordinary Ancient Relic.
"People really do have two faces?" Ye Kui's eyes widened. His horizons had been broadened, and his stereotyped impression of Chen Xuan instantly collapsed!
The Ancient People stared at Chen Xuan nervously. Liu Jiao waved a hand behind him, gazed at Chen Xuan, and suddenly laughed.
"Come with me. I'm very curious what conditions you can put forward."
Liu Jiao had Chen Xuan follow him to the rear courtyard for a private discussion. In truth, he did not believe that the other man could offer conditions that would satisfy him. The so-called private discussion in the rear