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"Lu Changsheng, in the struggle for the Holy Son three thousand years from now, you won't have a good outcome to look forward to."
Jiang Yu returned to his cave dwelling with a gaze filled with murderous intent, seething with resentment.
"Ancestor, how come you're here?"
Jiang Yu suddenly felt a terrifying presence invade his cave dwelling, only to find it was the Jiang Family Ancestor, Jiang Hong.
Jiang Hong, along with other ancestors, rarely appeared as they were in secluded cultivation in the mountains behind.
"I've already heard about this contest for the position of Holy Son. If I had not made a strong case on your behalf, you might not have had a chance to preserve your status as Holy Son."
"Then, what does the Ancestor mean?"
