"Senior."
"The era of the Holy Emperor had already ended thirty thousand years ago."
"Now was the era of me, Li Xinge!"
Li Qingcang's figure froze completely.
He stared fixedly at Li Xinge.
His eyes were filled with disbelief.
"Y-you... what did you say?"
Li Qingcang's voice trembled.
Li Xinge turned back around.
Meeting Li Qingcang's gaze.
He enunciated each word.
"I said, the era of the Holy Emperor has ended! Now is the era of me, Li Xinge!"
Li Qingcang opened his mouth.
He still wanted to say something.
But he saw the undisguised chill in Li Xinge's eyes.
Li Qingcang felt a chill run through his entire body.
He had no doubt.
If he said even two more words.
This junior would destroy him without the slightest hesitation.
And that was indeed what Li Xinge was thinking.
He was merely a remnant soul from seven thousand years ago.
Even if he was supposedly his ancestor.
If he dared throw his weight around before him because of his age, wanting to sit on his head and point fingers.
Heh.
Giving him face meant calling him Senior.
If he was not given face, then Li Xinge would directly make him scatter soul and spirit, vanishing completely from this world.
Li Qingcang looked toward Li Xuantong.
That look seemed to say.
Your family head was about to forget his ancestors—did you have nothing to say?
Li Xuantong noticed Li Qingcang's gaze.
He turned his head away.
And refused to look at him.
Li Qingcang's mouth twitched.
He looked at Li Hao again.
Yet he only saw Li Hao's eyes glittering like stars as he stared unblinkingly at Li Xinge.
His eyes were filled with boundless reverence for his great-grandfather.
A bunch of unfilial descendants.
Li Qingcang cursed inwardly.
"Fine. The waves