"Cousin, is there a problem?"
"Don't call me cousin. I'm not your cousin."
Ji Boli's face darkened. He only wished he could go on a killing spree, mowing down this dimwit master and disciple pair.
Speaking of which, although Ji Boli was a disciple of the True Heart Dao, like Xiang Yuan, he cultivated within Western Chu. And because of his Heavenly Martial Seven Lineages background, he never mentioned his Daoist name, Clear Insight. Strictly speaking, he was a scion of a Noble Family.
Now that he was the Ji Clan's patriarch, every action and every word had to be guided by the family's interests. Even when weighing gains and losses, he could not simply follow his personal preferences.
From the Ji Clan's standpoint, while the Heavenly Martial Seven Lineages openly and secretly contended with one another, they were fundamentally one family. From the Heavenly Martial Sect's standpoint, the three Heavenly Sect families might have broken bones, but their sinews were still connected. With a great enemy before them, they ought to join forces against the foe.
And yet, his junior brother was not one of them—he was an undercover agent!
Over a single meal, the traitor turned out to be me!
Ji Boli felt utterly terrible. He could not calculate the future, but he could see the Ji Clan boarding the pirate ship of Shendu's Xiao Clan...
No rush. It wasn't a major problem. Don't panic yet.
Ji Boli secretly warned himself. He and Xiang Yuan were fellow disciples of the True Heart Dao. If he did not speak of this matter, Xiang Yuan would not either. A mere cousinly connection would not affect the Ji Clan, and besides, their identities as cousins were fake.
But that wasn't right either!
If King Zhao Residence could not win over the