Chapter Five Hundred and Seventy: Ambush

Having his intentions laid bare by a casual remark, Xiao Baihe's face turned ashen, his gaze falling upon Xiao Qi.

In this gathering, he alone had the right to speak on behalf of the Xiao Family.

Not only Xiao Baihe, but every Martial Ancestor of the Xiao Family looked at Xiao Qi with eager anticipation in their eyes. While Xiao Qi could see their expectations, he was incapable of making the decision they desired, so he forced out three words through his clenched teeth: "Please leave."

His meaning was clear, though he managed to contain the situation without escalating it further.

Tang Siyuan was quite satisfied with this turn of events, observing Xiao Baihe's complexion and chuckling: "Brother Baihe, Young Patriarch Xiao, the competition is over. I will take my leave."

No matter how triumphant they once were, all great figures would eventually fade into obscurity, as the era they belonged to had passed. The younger generation would always surpass their forefathers.