Xuanyuan Song entered Xuanyuan Xing's Cultivation Chamber.
"I hear you came looking for me several times recently. What exactly is it?" Xuanyuan Xing asked.
When he ended his seclusion, the guards outside had reported that Xuanyuan Song had come looking for him several times. Only then had he summoned Xuanyuan Song.
"It concerns the Demon Spirit Sect," Xuanyuan Song said.
"Oh? From the look on your face, things haven't gone very smoothly." Xuanyuan Xing glanced at Xuanyuan Song and chuckled.
"Ancestor, you have no idea. It was far worse than that. Du Fuzhou was arrogant beyond belief," Xuanyuan Song said. "He actually dared to say that our Imperial Remnant Manor merely had one more ancestor from ten thousand years ago, and what did that amount to? Wanting their Demon Spirit Sect to submit was nothing but a fool's dream."
"He really said that?" Xuanyuan Xing asked, somewhat surprised as well.
In his view, even if Du Fuzhou refused, surely he would not dare offend Imperial Remnant Manor so directly.
Normally, even someone unwilling to agree would be more tactful, saying something like they needed more time to consider it.
Could Du Fuzhou be that foolish?
"I was also surprised that Du Fuzhou would say something like that. From his tone, it was as though their Demon Spirit Sect had several ancestors of its own. Absolutely outrageous," Xuanyuan Song said, still rankling over it.
"What did you say?" Xuanyuan Xing asked with a frown.
Xuanyuan Song froze, somewhat puzzled.
"That last thing you just said?" Xuanyuan Xing asked again.
So Xuanyuan Song repeated his last remark.
After Xuanyuan Song finished, something stirred in his mind as he considered the Sword Master Ancestor's reaction.
"Ancestor, surely you don't think that's true? I was only saying it offhand," Xuanyuan Song asked.
Xuanyuan Xing