After hearing Xia Ji's words, Xia Yi felt a chill run through him. "This junior knows he was wrong. I truly had no idea the child was cultivating the Nine Body Separation Technique."
Xia Ji turned and fixed Xia Yi with a stare. "You don't even know what cultivation method your own son is practicing. You're a laughingstock as a father. You're unfit to be either a father or a clan leader."
Xia Yi shuddered and hurriedly knelt. "I beg the Old Ancestor to give me one more chance. This junior will never make the same mistake again."
Xia Ji shook his head and looked toward the starry sky. "That Xia Luo is pretty good. Jiuyou's personality has flaws, and Xia Luo's is just right to make up for them. He's also on good terms with that Lu Yin, so when they compete for opportunities, he won't be left isolated and helpless."
Xia Yi lowered his head, understanding at last. When Xia Meng had taken Jiuyou away, the Old Ancestor had surely known, yet he hadn't intervened. He would rather Jiuyou be assimilated by Xia Luo.
In the Old Ancestor's eyes, Xia Jiuyou and Xia Luo were no different. Both were heirs to the Xia family, and Xia Luo was far more suitable than Xia Jiuyou.
"Get up. Even if I strip you of your position as clan leader, there's no one who can replace you for now. What a pity. Each generation of the Xia family is worse than the last. Once I die, the Xia family won't even be able to hold on to its position at the head of the Seven Character Royal Court," Xia Ji said.
Xia Yi sighed with relief and got to his feet. "Old Ancestor, there are too many prodigies in this generation.