Qin Yu did his best to maintain his composure. He furrowed his eyebrows and said, “I do not understand Patriarch’s meaning.”

The Old King Patriarch’s gaze didn’t waver. “You understand, so why have me break through your act? In this changing of the throne, my family has no royal bloodline, but the aura coming from your body is truly the royal bloodline…and it is my late King’s aura!

“So, this is why I need you to give me an explanation.”

He leaned forward slightly. Although he was still old and decrepit and had an extremely weak aura, in Qin Yu’s senses, he was like a giant beast rushing at his face, his fangs clearly exposed and stained with old meat and blood.

Qin Yu froze in place, as if he would be torn apart at any moment!

As he thought, the Old King Patriarch wasn’t completely clueless about the ancestral land.

‘My family has no royal bloodline’ – this phrase alone disclosed a shocking amount of information.

Beads of sweat covered Qin Yu’s forehead and his complexion turned pale white. This had nothing to do with fear. Anyone below the King boundary would be in such a state in front of this old fellow.

Of course, in truth Qin Yu did feel a little fear. What nonsense, this person could crush him to death with a flick of his finger, so how could he not feel fear?

If someone actually dared to say they felt no fear, they were either dead or an idio...