Netherworld Devil Venerable

"Ancestor, who's this pauper? What's this 'Junior Brother Lei' nonsense? Is he pretending to be someone else to trick you?" Lei Dong and Zhao Baiwan had communicated through voice transmissions, so Zhao Baiwan's junior descendants had no idea what was going on. It only seemed that their Ancestor had run into an important old acquaintance. Junior Brother Lei? Hmph! Who was their Ancestor? He came from Myriad Ghost Cave, the most prestigious grotto in the mighty Yin Sha Sect. Their Ancestor had connections everywhere, and although he'd long since established his own lineage, which of the Yin Sha Sect's stewards didn't give him face?

These days, any down-and-out low-tier Rogue Cultivator might have had a tiny bit of old connection with their Ancestor. But what was there to care about in some impoverished low-tier cultivator?

Seeing him act like they were old friends and even put an arm around the Ancestor's shoulder, one of the younger descendants couldn't help sneering at Lei Dong. He was a handsome young man, dressed like a refined young gentleman. He also wanted to remind the Ancestor, lest he be tricked by the man before him. After all, the Ancestor was very old; the older people got, the more they valued sentiment and old ties. In recent years, all sorts of junior brothers, junior nephews, and even younger disciples from the same sect had come knocking to beg for money or connections. And the Ancestor had become more and more generous with his gifts. How could this go on?

Zhao Baiwan was dumbstruck, his mind a haze. He'd finally managed to rekindle his friendship with Lei Dong, only for one of his own descendants to come along and ruin everything. He wheeled around and roared in fury, "You little bastard! Since when was it your