"This Old Man is calling you his kin. So, he's obviously referring to you. Who else would it be in this case? Anyway, how many others in this Heavenly Scent City do you think are capable of being my kin?" Jun Zhantian looked bewildered. In fact, it seemed as if his expressions were saying, "Are you an idiot?"
"Bah! When have I made you my kin by marriage? Don't spit your bile and take a piss wherever you want! Your Jun Family has only you, one son, and one grandson. Your son is a cripple, and your grandson is a debauchee. So, your family's seed has basically withered. Do you still think that I would look for a relation with your family? You're delusional!" Dugu Zongheng's facial muscles twitched. Moreover, there was an ominous light in his eyes, and it seemed that he would flip out any moment.
