"I suppose so."
Zhu Tianqi flipped the table: "Cang Qing, do you not respect the Dragon Clan?!"
Cang Qinglong Saint spoke coldly: "That depends on who leads the Dragon Clan."
"So, you want to support her to rise so you can sit on the Demon Lord's throne yourself?" Zhu Tianqi sneered. "Old man, how many years do you have left to live?"
Cang Qing lifted her hand slightly, and a Dragon Saint hurriedly helped her up.
"To use Human Clan's terms, even if an emperor is a lost king, even if this lost king only ruled for a day, he is still an emperor, enjoying an emperor's treatment in life and death."
"So..." Zhu Tianqi changed his expression, putting on a smiling face: "You don't truly treat her as a granddaughter... How are our actions any different?"
"She remembers my kindness and your wrongs, so who do you think she'll support as she grows?"
"Grow up?" Zhu Tianqi mocked: "How will a fool heavily influenced by Taotie bloodline, who only knows eating and drinking, grow up?"
