‘Sixtieth Young Sir Proud? Son of Proud Warpatience?’

Yang Qi was stunned. Of course, he knew that Proud Warpatience had a big family in the Titan Emperor Heaven. He had hundreds of sons, all of whom had sons of their own. And including the grandchildren and further progeny, the population of his clan reached the hundreds of thousands. In that respect, they were similar to the Yang Clan in the mortal world. 

It was a common thing among powerful people.

This particular Sixtieth Young Sir Proud had a profound cultivation base; at the very least, he was an immortal general. And he acted the part. Each step he took was accompanied by what sounded like muffled thunder, and he seemed surrounded by an aura of dragons and tigers.

Furthermore, he was bossy to his core.

As for the violet power stone he held, it made him seem even more impressive than normal.

“That’s a power stone from the Tusita Heaven, filled with magical laws!” one of the Mechfolk exclaimed. “There’s nothing we Mechfolk could value more! We would pay plenty of brahmanints for a stone like that....