The old ancestor of the Fallen Feather Manor, Ji Haishan, looked at the excited crowd of his family below and couldn't help but sigh. The color of old age on his face was gaining depth.
Back when Su Xin was in Jiangnan Province, Ji Haishan's lifespan was already near its end, so he had never taken any action.
Over the years, while Ji Haishan had not acted, he worried about the affairs of the Fallen Feather Manor which had exhausted him physically and mentally. He now felt himself on the brink of decrepitude.
Looking down at the crowd, Ji Haishan sighed, "Do you really think that once the Xiao family steps into the world, our Fallen Feather Manor can completely rise again and have the ability to oppose Su Xin?"
Ji Wukong and others looked at Ji Haishan in surprise, not understanding why he would say such a thing.
No one doubted or dared to doubt the position of the Xiao family in Jiangnan Province.
