Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Nightmare Assault
Horror Game Designer
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
I, The Dragon Overlord
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 971: Advancing Another Step
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1233- Represent Earth
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 39.2
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 344 - Giving No Chances
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 645: So What if You're the Number One Person in Sword Dao?
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 356: The Most Special Me
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 277: Enough
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1232- Both of us know
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 970: Shameless
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1231- Familiar person
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 343 - Kill Or Be Killed
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 39.1
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 644: That Sword Is Merely 90% Complete
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3844: Assassination
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 276: Bride
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 355: The Most Normal Me
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1230- Everyone's world
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 969: White Bone Divine Lord
The most important place in this Xie Family was actually not this seemingly forbidding ancestral hall, but that small house next to the ancestral hall. The old man stood respectfully under the tree and began to speak. He quickly recounted the stories that happened tonight to the old person inside the house.
He spoke slowly throughout, as if afraid that the old person inside would not be able to hear clearly. By the time he finished speaking, half an incense stick's worth of time had already passed.
At this moment, an aged voice emanated from inside the room, "That young man said he grew up by the Wei River and there was nothing special about him?"
"Yes, there was a trace of emotion at his glabella when he spoke. I could tell he was telling the truth."
The old man said softly, "We haven't found anything so far. Perhaps he really is an ordinary teen, he's just a little luckier..."
Before the old man could finish speaking, a peal of derisive laughter came from inside, "An ordinary teen who's just a little luckier? Do you believe the words that you said? If he's really an ordinary teen, his background would have already been stacked on my desk at this time. His 18 generations of ancestors should be clear as day."
Hearing this, the old man quickly found himself drenched in cold sweat.
He dared not speak and just stood quietly in place.
The old person said with some annoyance, "Making you probe that young man is so that you two can contrast and complement each other. After all, you're much smarter than him too. Scram, go to the accounting room to collect some things."
Upon hearing the words 'accounting room,' the old man's expression turned extremely ugly, with a lot of painful emotions in his eyes. Except, he did not dare to say anything. He silently bowed in salute, then withdrew without making a sound.
Watching him leave, that old person sitting in front of the ancestral hall glanced at the small house over there.
Before long, some footsteps sounded, and the door of the house was pushed open. A tall elderly
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