At that moment.
Ancestor Qi looked them over from head to toe. Each of them truly had the bearing of a Demon Cultivator.
These family disciples were quite something.
They were also brimming with filial devotion.
Their dancing was fresh and inventive, full of fun.
The songs were ones he had never heard before, and there was even a list of musical pieces to choose from: Mo Shi Mo Wang, Xiao Yao Tan, Peach Blossom Island, and Ci Sheng Bu Huan.
They were beautiful melodies.
The food, although made from low-level beasts, was nowhere near as delicious as those high-level delicacies.
But the cooking methods had a flavor all their own. It was clear they had put thought into them.
What he did not know was that if those people had not been too afraid to touch them, the food he ate would have been a different batch altogether.
"Ancestor, you're actually so handsome."
"I've heard the elders in the Mountain Villa talk about it for ages."
"You're amazing, especially this demonic aura of yours. It's incredibly oppressive."
In that dazed moment, the old ancestor felt as though he had become an emperor, surrounded by a group of sycophants.
A whole horde of children and grandchildren were showing their filial devotion at his knees, their tongues as sweet as honey. They called him "Ancestor" with every other breath. Some even tried calling him "Godfather," and they were practically losing themselves amid the chorus of "Ancestor."
At that moment, it had become a scene of filial children and loving grandchildren celebrating the New Year together in domestic bliss.
However, he was no mortal. With a smile, he snorted:
"You lot only know how to bewitch hearts. You're quite skilled at manipulating people's hearts, and you have some of the bearing of