This Federation Shouldn't Have Let These Youngsters Take the Stage!!!

Chen Zeyu glanced at Chen Xinjie, his eyes full of helplessness. He was already over sixty, his hair had started to turn gray, and his grandson was already several years old. Yet in front of his father, he was still like a child—hit when his father felt like hitting him, scolded when his father felt like scolding him, and he did not even dare talk back.

Chen Xinjie did not care about any of that. In his eyes, Chen Zeyu would always only be his son. It did not matter how old he was, what status he held, or how high his cultivation was. A father beating his son was only right and proper.

"Why aren't you paying respects to the Grand President already!"

Chen Zeyu took a deep breath and forced down all the grievance and resentment in his heart. He stepped forward, cupped his fists in both hands, and bowed deeply to Situ Xuan. His voice was low and hoarse, carrying an emotion that was hard to put into words.

"Chen Zeyu, commander of the Sea God Legion, pays respects to the Grand President."

Situ Xuan looked at Chen Zeyu for several seconds, then nodded.

"Commander Chen, rise."

Chen Zeyu straightened and stood behind Chen Xinjie, head lowered, saying nothing more.

Situ Xuan's gaze swept over Chen Xinjie's group before finally settling on Chen Xinjie's face.

"Chen Xinjie, do the words you said yesterday still count?"

Chen Xinjie's spirits lifted. He straightened his back, brought his hands together with a crisp smack, and an expression of righteous conviction appeared on his face. His voice rang with fervor.

"They count! Of course they count! Whatever the Grand President says goes! Disbanding the Sea God Legion, reorganizing the War God Temple, restructuring the Central Legion and the Western Legion—I'll take