Good, good, good. Everyone said doting mothers spoiled their sons.
So why did my mom stop being a doting mother at the crucial moment?
He really did not know what his mom was so afraid of. The ancestor would not eat people.
Fine, then he would go over first and see what was really going on.
Entering the main hall of Dragon Cliff Mountain, a faint, half-visible pressure drifted through the hall.
It was not that Dugu Qingyang was deliberately putting on airs. It was truly that Lin Heng's wildly arrogant remark just now had angered him quite a bit.
What a fellow. After living for several thousand years, this was the first time he had heard such words from the mouth of a junior of his own family.
A mere wet-behind-the-ears brat at the Void-Returning Stage, not very old, yet his tone was anything but small.
Admittedly, this kid was a genius and had a bit of ability beyond ordinary people, but he still should not have inflated himself like this.
This turtle grandson needed to be knocked down a peg!
Lest he go outside and not know how high the sky was or how thick the earth was!
Lin Heng saw that the atmosphere was a little off. He did not grin cheekily, but walked forward with a straight face, cupped his hands respectfully, and said, "Grandson greets Ancestor."
"Hmph!"
Dugu Qingyang looked at him, gave a light snort, sat in the main seat, raised his hand to pick up the wooden staff beside him, then stood and said, "Kid, you're back... after this trip back from the Northern Domain, your sights seem to have risen quite a lot compared to before.
Do you think that because you defeated one Demon Venerable and severely injured a few Supremes,