Qin Bancheng nearly cried, himself being the Great Elder of the Qin Royal Family, one of the Nine Inferior Clans of the Ancient Martial World. In the Ancient Martial World, apart from the people of the middle five families and the upper three sects, who else dared not to give him face?
Yet, upon arriving in the Secular World, he had to play an obedient role.
With a mournful face, Qin Bancheng said, "Mr. Qin, please spare me. My powers are now sealed by you, what use could I be to you?"
Qin Chuan frowned, "If you keep rambling, I'll twist off your head and use it as a chamber pot."
Qin Bancheng immediately held back the rest of his words, fearful that Qin Chuan might actually do as he said.
"Nian Nian, I need to go out for a task. Can you control your emotions while I'm away?"
Qin Chuan suddenly looked at Qin Nian with a worried face.
