Ji Bingqian was still sighing softly. "The lady at the Jade Splendor Terrace merely exchanged a few extra words with me the day before yesterday. If you were displeased, my dear, you could have said so outright. Why use Shuo's affairs as an excuse..."
"Shuo" nearly choked on his tea. How had he become an excuse?
What sort of outrageous misunderstanding did this man harbor about Madam Si? With such an extraordinary grasp of things, he had actually managed to become the Ji Clan's patriarch?
Yun Qing stood to one side with his hands lowered, silently grumbling to himself. He dared not look up, afraid the cultivators present would see every emotion in his eyes the moment he did. After all, any elder could sweep him with their spiritual sense and inspect him from his hair to the soles of his shoes.
So Yun Qing was very careful. He lowered his head and his eyes, only to meet a pair of golden pupils looking up at him from below.
Yun Qing: "..." Oh no. I forgot this kid was shorter than me. Lowering my head put me right in his line of sight.
Ji Huang was clearly unlike his father. He instantly understood the meaning concealed in Yun Qing's eyes. He spoke outright, making no attempt to lower his voice. "He possesses the purest, most concentrated Solar God Bloodline of anyone in the Ji Clan's past hundred generations."
Yun Qing paused. So that was it.
The purer one's Solar God Blood, the easier it was to inherit the ancestral method and master the Great Sun Dao Principles. Ji Bingqian clearly held an enormous advantage in this most important criterion of the Ji Clan.
But over the past two years, Yun Qing had also gained a general understanding of Heavenly Origin's