"Let me down?"
Su Yu Niang opened her mouth wide, wanting to speak but stopping herself.
In the end, she silently withdrew.
Jiu Cai Rong, hiding nearby, found it bizarre.
This Ancestor had previously been furious that he was not living up to his potential.
She had thought he was timid and useless, and had scolded him in every possible way. Yet all of a sudden, she felt that his type was actually pretty good?
The Ancestor summoned Jiu Cai Rong and said solemnly:
"The ideals and schools of thought among our Lineage's Demon Cultivators cannot be one-sided. Her kind of brutal and vicious bandit cultivation—cheating and robbing scholars all day long—she's already doing it very well."
"There's no need to guide this junior any further."
"Your gentle art of killing is also a form of balance. Boy, tell me again how you plan to earn resources."
I have to tell him again?
This old man reminded him of the terror wielded by relatives and friends during the New Year holidays.
Every New Year, they would drag him over and interrogate him: Had he gotten married this year? Did he have a girlfriend? How was his work experience going?
It was simply bursting with New Year spirit!
Those three New Year programs perfectly displayed the Dog Planner's painstaking intentions. The endless chatter of paying respects and worshiping ancestors, the dread of returning home—it was all authentic to the very marrow!
But Jiu Cai Rong truly had no idea what to say.
He did not have perfect recall, nor did he remember many episodes of Detective Conan.
He wondered how he should display the brutality of their Demon Cultivator lineage, and what bad deeds he had committed this year, so that he could prove himself a qualified successor.
Just as he