"Consider it an order," said Su Ping helplessly.
Being their junior, he found it unbearable to be called "Human Ancestor," a supreme title.
"As you wish, Human Ancestor."
All the emperors nodded, but still exchanged looks and hesitated. Su Ping was indeed young, just a toddler compared to them, but his strength was extraordinary. In any clan, the strong were always the most respected.
After becoming an Ancestral God, Su Ping was bound to see views others could not.
It had only taken him a thousand years to reach and surpass their attainments of hundreds of thousands of years. Their old age was nothing to be proud of; after all, too many people had lived ten thousand years in the same way, just repeated ten thousand times.
Age was never something to be respected.
The things gained because of age were the source for respect.
