On the rostrum, everyone stood up and leaned forward. These people were all very powerful, but they were a little old. They were afraid that they would be blinded by old age and see wrongly. This was not a small matter. It concerned a sacred beast.
"I say, old man, how many trump cards does your grandson have? Can you tell me before you show them? Do I have a grudge against you? Do you think it's fun for the people of the Beiting Family to scare me time and time again?" Nangong Cang held his chest, and his heart was about to jump out of his chest. How could he have a good temper? He shouted at Beiting Qing angrily.
If it were any other time, Beiting Qing would definitely scold Nangong Cang for calling him an old man. However, this time, Beiting Qing rubbed his eyes and said calmly, "Yes, it's another sacred beast. I've already seen one. It's fine to see another one!" He waved his hand at Nangong Cang good-naturedly. "My grandson is just so powerful. You'll get used to it!"
