He looked at great-grandma and said,"my adoptive father's true identity may be the bloodline left by the third generation of descendants in Shangqing sect." He's my father's cousin."
"Kacha!"
The desk of the southern sea fragrant Rosewood of lightning King cracked like a spider web.
Great-grandma's face was sullen, and a gust of wind was set off on the spacious desk, and the documents on the table flew around. Thunderbolt battle lady and lightning King were pressed down on the table by this violent Qi fluctuation. They did not dare to move, their hearts beating like drums, and their faces pale.
A moment later, great-grandma restrained her emotions, and the fluctuation of Qi disappeared.
"My table." Lightning King shouted in his heart, feeling distressed, but he said, " do you have any evidence? look at how angry your great-grandma is.
