This little loli was only about 1.5 meters tall, with skin as white as a lily.
Her eyes were large and clear, her pupils a honey-like light brown, and her lashes fluttered like butterfly wings whenever she blinked.
Her black hair had grown down to her waist, while her chest boasted an impressive pair of assets.
The little loli was currently sitting in a chair, her short legs swinging back and forth.
If one had to describe her with a single phrase, it could only be "a youthful face and a massive chest."
The little loli's words quickly resonated with some people.
They belonged to the new generation—not in terms of age, of course, but in their views on Dao Arts practitioners.
Dao Arts practitioners were currently divided into roughly two factions.
One was the Traditional Faction, which pursued tradition. It would be unfair to say they were closed-minded; they were simply stubborn and overly old-fashioned.
Though few in number, they were generally old monsters who had lived for thousands of years. Their strength was immense, so their voices carried greater weight.
The other was the New Faction, which pursued reform. They had not enjoyed the benefits of the old era, but they had kept pace with the development of the new age.
They were weaker than the Traditional Faction, but they were more numerous, and all of them were descendants of the Traditional Faction.
Thus, no matter how much the Traditional Faction disliked them, there was little they could do to them.
Put simply, the father was in the Traditional Faction while the son was in the New Faction. No matter how unhappy the father was, he could not just kill his son, could he?
Although she looked like a little loli, she was actually already twenty years old—a