Li Xuantong's words could not have been more blunt.
He had thought Li Qingcang would fly into a rage.
Yet unexpectedly, he seemed utterly unconcerned.
"Rest assured, this old man knows his place."
"Besides, I only have this wisp of soul left. What right do I have to point fingers anymore?"
There was a touch of self-mockery in his voice.
Hearing this,
Li Xuantong quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
He knew the family head's temperament well.
His eyes could not tolerate even a grain of sand.
How could he possibly tolerate some so-called "Old Ancestor" from thousands of years ago riding roughshod over him and pointing fingers?
If the two came into conflict,
the family head likely would not spare Li Qingcang simply because of his status as an "Old Ancestor."
He would directly strike and destroy him.
Naturally, he supported Li Xinge.
He simply did not want Li Xinge to bear the name of one who had destroyed an ancestor.
"Thank you, Senior, for your understanding."
Li Xuantong clasped his hands and bowed.
"No need for that."
Li Qingcang waved a hand.
After that little interlude,
Li Qingcang finally turned his attention to the other person in the room.
The Li Family's undisputed second strongest in both cultivation and combat power—the Li Family's Eldest Young Lady, Li Wuyou.
It would have been fine if he had not looked closely.
But once he did,
his blurry figure suddenly stiffened.
"Hm?"
He let out a soft sound of surprise.
Li Hao heard it from beside him.
He asked quietly, "Old Ancestor... Senior, what is it?"
Li Qingcang ignored him.
He drifted half a step forward.
His eyes locked fiercely onto Li Wuyou.
Li Wuyou raised her eyes.
Her icy gaze met his without the slightest retreat.
The two simply stared