Luo Tianxiang did not think much of his ancestor's crying poverty, but he had neither the standing to object nor the nerve to alter it, so he had brought it over as it was.
Now that Feng Jun had asked, and with such a clear purpose, he could not pretend the other man was truly an idiot who would believe such words.
So at this point, what the ancestor had said was no longer important. What mattered was earning Feng Jun's trust and understanding.
Thus, he directly chose to sell out his ancestor. "Seventeenth Ancestor... came from difficult times. It wasn't easy for him to survive back then, so people of that generation tend to exaggerate when they speak. They're different from us younger people. Feng Mountain Lord, please understand."
For a clan disciple, selling out an ancestor was not unimaginable. As long as it was not a sincere betrayal and could bring benefits to the clan, even the ancestor himself would support it—Cursing me can bring benefits? Then curse me as hard as you like.
You, an Eighth-Layer Nascent Soul, are calling yourself... young? Feng Jun looked at him expressionlessly, silently mocking him.
Seeing no reaction from him, Luo Tianxiang could only continue. "The family still has Extreme Spirit. There isn't much left, but we truly do have some... But honestly, for the Luo Clan, one top-tier artifact is enough. If we have one more standard one, it can also create distinctions."
So the Luo Clan had quite a few ideas. When disciples entered the Virtual Battle Artifact for training, they had to be divided into ranks as well. With the higher-grade one, all eight hundred disciples could be observed and given targeted guidance.
With the lower-grade one, only one-tenth of the disciples could be observed. In truth, some