"You... If you have the guts, say it in front of them."
She pushed the man's firm shoulder with a hint of irritation.
He laughed awkwardly; although the words were unpleasant, that was basically the meaning. Naturally, when they conversed, they would deliberately conceal their words, but Qingluan wasn't focused on them at all and was instead gently holding Ao Qing, carefully afraid of hurting this little ancestor.
This is the literal meaning of "little ancestor."
"But I shouldn't be wrong. From Qingluan's tone, it seemed like she planned to invite Ao Qing, who belonged to the Immortal clan, to Dongyue. In this way, they could rely on Ao Qing's grace to continue the clan's bloodline, obtaining a superior bloodline and the innate high-level skills it carries. Although the monarch served differs, and the blessings received differ, it is ultimately a solution. The only problem is Ao Qing's current strength may not be able to hold that position."
