“Bastard, where are you thinking of running to? Get over here now!” A True King’s projection scolded loudly. He had a gloomy expression on his face, feeling slightly embarrassed.

His apprentices and grandchildren were as timid as mice.

“Ah…it’s Old Ancestor!” The cultivator who was escaping suddenly looked delighted and he rushed over. ‘Thump!’ He knelt on the floor and said, “Wang Shan greets Old Ancestor!”

As he spoke, tears rolled down his face.

Old Ancestor Dao Yuanzong was so angry that he had to hold his breath. He kicked the disciple and he flipped onto the ground, “You’re a man, why are you crying? Speak properly!”

The disciple, who was familiar with the Old Ancestor’s temper and love of keeping up with appearances, regained his composure. He scolded himself internally for being so afraid that he lost his mind and quickly wiped his tears away. He then kowtowed respectfully and got up.

“Tell me, who did the Great Dao go to?”

The gazes gathered on him. 

When would this little brat have experienced so many True Kings looking at him before? His mind went blank on the spot and his tongue got twisted.

Old Ancestor Dao Yuanzong frowned. Only after he waved his sleeve did this disciple recover and hurriedly reply, “Old Ancestor…I think it is Number 327 from that clan who got Sky Falling Mountain’s Great Dao.”

“What?” The eyes of that clan’s leader, who was already feeling disappointed, suddenly brightened. “Please say it clearly, how do you know about this?”

Wang Shan looked at his own Old Ancestor with an uneasy expression.

Old Ancestor Dao Yuanzong scoffed, “The clan leader asked you something, so just say it as it is. I am right here, naturally,...