The middle-aged man had lived for over a hundred years. It was true that in the lifespan of an ancient martial artist, he was still in his prime, but he had indeed lived a long time.
What he could not stand the most was the younger generation's arrogance and complete disregard for decorum. As soon as they possessed a little talent, they became insufferably proud.
Had they lost all understanding of hierarchy and respect for their elders?
They had been blinded by the gaudy temptations of the Secular World.
In the Ancient Martial World, the larger the clan, the greater their disdain and rejection of the Secular World.
This was because these clans had lived in the Ancient Martial World for a long time, never venturing out.
Ying Zijin spoke indifferently, "Elderly man, remember to prepare a coffin. You never know when your time will come."
The middle-aged man's face darkened, "What did you say?!"
