Not only was Ling Zhongxiao no longer as obedient to him as he used to be, even Ling Yixin and the others were looking at him with less respect. On the contrary, when they talked about Ling Chuxi, their gazes were all complicated. There was some ostracization that had accumulated for many years, but there was also some inexplicable admiration and worship.
Ling Yixuan's words, which were obviously trying to drive a wedge between them, also made her very unhappy.
"Hmph, Ling Chuxi, I'd like to see just how much ability you have. If it's just based on strength alone, a late stage spirit Emperor doesn't seem to be enough to help the Ling family out of their predicament." Ling Yichang clenched his fists as he muttered to himself unwillingly.
In the evening, Ling Chuxi and the others finished their day's cultivation and went to the dining hall to attend a banquet.
