The Wicked Strike First
"I was dull of talent and disappointed Ancestor.✿.｡.:* ☆::. .::.☆*.:｡.✿" Lei Dong lowered his head slightly, yet spoke with ringing conviction. "But heaven and earth can attest to my unwavering loyalty to Ancestor."
"Enough, enough. I've long understood your feelings." Myriad Ghost Ancestor was indeed quite pleased with Lei Dong, but talent was something one couldn't force. With enough effort, he could push Lei Dong into the Foundation Establishment Realm; by then, he would become a capable assistant on their side. As for the Golden Core Path, after more than seventy years and countless disciples, only Ding Wanyan had given him such high hopes. So even if Lei Dong hadn't brought it up, he wouldn't have let Withered Bone Peak bully Ding Wanyan and Lei Dong, even if they had struck first. After a pause, he waved a hand and said, "Lei Dong, take the Shadow Tiger's corpse back. It's a decent thing, but it won't help me much."
Anyone else would have taken the chance to back down. Lei Dong, however, stepped forward, bowed, and said solemnly, "Ancestor, this disciple is useless, yet you have shown me such favor. The only way I can express even a fraction of my feelings is by being especially filial to you. I beg you to accept it."
Myriad Ghost Ancestor liked Lei Dong because he knew how to read a situation and was commendably filial. The Shadow Tiger might not be worth much to him, but it was still worth tens of thousands of spirit stones. He also recalled that when Lei Dong had obtained an Upper Grade Spirit Ghost, he had eagerly brought it over to him. Seeing how heartfelt and sincere Lei Dong was, he nodded. "Your filial devotion is truly commendable, Lei Dong. I'll accept