Inside the grand hall, the Ice Sun Venerate wore a gloomy expression.
In the Blood Race, a Blood Brewing Master holds a noble status, but as a blood clan elder, at the Half-step Condensing Star Realm, being rejected by an ordinary Blood Race member at the mid-stage Sky Sea Realm peak was still a great loss of face.
"Grandfather, everything I said is true, this matter doesn't have much to do with me."
Zhong Long's weak voice emerged.
"I know."
The Ice Sun Venerate said blandly.
He could see that Chen Yu had calmly refused him, rather than rejecting out of a momentary anger due to a conflict with Zhong Long.
"Then why do you..."
Zhong Long looked aggrieved, slowly shattering the ice on his body.
"This old man is just in a bad mood, venting a little, nothing more."
"..."
Zhong Long had no words.
"To refuse this elder, even as a Blood Brewing Master, there will be no easy way out."
The Ice Sun Venerate huffed coldly.
