"Indeed."
Qin Qianlian said calmly, his expression unchanged: "You'd best surrender voluntarily."
"I was thinking the same,"
Qin Baihuang sneered coldly.
"Honestly, I must admit, I've never cared about the position of 'Qin Family Master,'…"
He exhaled a breath of turbid air, then mocked: "You've spent years cultivating in the Taoist sects, while I've remained here, immersed in my artifact refining technique. Whether it's martial arts or other aspects of the Great Dao… none of it interests me."
Qin Qianlian furrowed his brows slightly.
"You probably don't understand the burden of being the 'legitimate eldest son.'"
