"Trash."
The word fell coldly, leaving the flower pavilion and its surroundings deathly silent.
Yun Qing quietly glanced sideways at the young man beside him.
Ji Huang's birth had been part of a scheme from the very beginning. Any ordinary youth who heard such a truth would surely have felt at least somewhat conflicted.
Yun Qing looked over, only to find the young master perfectly composed. He had even nodded approvingly after hearing his mother speak of "placing a piece for ten thousand ages."
"An extraordinary vision worthy of praise."
Yun Qing thought, Uh, I almost forgot this was no ordinary young man.
Ji Huang's golden pupils swept indifferently over his biological father, Ji Bingqian. His thin lips parted, and he uttered the same word just as coldly.
"Trash."
Yun Qing blinked furtively and echoed inwardly, Trash.
A family ought to keep everything nice and matching, after all.
Unfortunately, the present Ji Shuo was not yet the future Yun Qing. Otherwise, he would have realized that Immortal Emperor Yuanhuang, who swept across the heavens, had loved geniuses and despised mediocrity since childhood-and had consistently maintained that disposition throughout his entire life, without ever changing.
Meanwhile, after mother and son took turns calling him trash before a pavilion full of clan elders, Ji Bingqian felt utterly disgraced and could no longer maintain his composure.
"Yun Si!"
A surge of fury rushed straight into his spirit platform. Ji Bingqian flew into a rage, and the aura of an early-stage immortal venerable suddenly erupted from his body!
Boom! Beyond the flower pavilion, the Sea of Clouds shook violently, and the nearby spirit trees all bowed low.
He was the august head of the Ji Clan. If he could not even keep his own Dao companion in check, where was his authority?
He took