"Halt! This is the forbidden land of the Crimson Flame Sky-Scale Serpent clan. Any who dare trespass shall be killed without mercy!"
Just as Zhang Qingyuan, guided by Little Fire, arrived at an ancient wilderness graveyard filled with broken steles, a streak of light suddenly shot into the sky and barred their path.
The figure looked like an elderly man of eighty or ninety, his hair grizzled white. He wore a pale scale-mail robe, and his wrinkled face bore narrow, snake-like eyes. Looking down at Zhang Qingyuan and Little Fire, one man and one snake, arrogance spilled from his expression.
"This junior pays respects to the Old Ancestors."
Seeing the old man's phantom appear, Little Fire's mind began to race. An idea flashed through his head, and he hurriedly stepped forward with an ingratiating grin, intending to build a connection.
This was clearly a senior expert of the Crimson Flame Sky-Scale Serpent clan. Even a tiny scrap of benefit casually handed down by him might bring Little Fire immense gains.
Yet what Little Fire had not expected was for the aged figure to shoot him a cold glance.
"Trash!"
"You actually degraded yourself into a Human Race pet. You have truly brought shame upon the Crimson Flame Sky-Scale Serpent clan! Scram at once, before I clean house today!"
The old man's furious rebuke left Little Fire completely stunned.
It took him quite a while to recover.
"Wow, you old fossil, how dare you talk like that?!"
Little Fire's eyes widened.
"Wasn't it because of useless ancestors like you? You barely learned any of Mystic Ancestor's inheritance, yet you inherited every last bit of that arrogant pride! As a result, the Crimson Flame Sky-Scale Serpent clan was constantly targeted. More than ten thousand years have passed, and for all I know,