Several days passed quietly.
At last, the day had come for Qian Renheng to use his heaven-defying Martial Soul ability once more and awaken the sleeping ancestors of the Qian Clan.
On this day, everyone in the Qian Clan gathered at the Hall of Douluo.
Leading the group at the front was Qian Xuanling.
Behind him, in order, came Qian Lingfeng, Qian Caidie, Qian Yanyan, Qian Wushuang, Qian Wuji, Qian Daoliu, and Qian Xunji.
Walking at the very back, side by side, were the peerless twin prodigies, Qian Renheng and Qian Renxue.
"Oh my..."
Today, Qian Caidie, the Heavenly Ancestor's grandmother, wore a gorgeous purple gown. Her gaze swept over the massive group, and she could not help covering her mouth as she laughed charmingly. "The one Xiao Heng is reviving this time should be my Great-Grandfather, right? Come to think of it, our Qian Clan really is becoming more and more prosperous and enormous!"
Qian Caidie's eyes shifted as though she had thought of an interesting question about seniority. "But then again, if I call him Great-Grandfather, what should Xiao Heng call him in relation to me?"
Qian Lingfeng explained with a smile, "The Distant Ancestor Xiao Heng is about to revive is precisely his own distant ancestor."
"And if we get another chance to revive someone in the future, all that will remain is the Progenitor."
"We've already reached the generation of the Distant Ancestor?!"
Hearing that title, Qian Renheng could not help rubbing his forehead. He sighed with amused helplessness, "This gap in seniority is simply outrageous."
"When the Distant Ancestor opens his eyes later and sees such a huge crowd of descendants standing before him, who knows what he will think? His expression should be quite something."
Xuanling, standing nearby, was deeply moved by those words.