Han Cheng was taken aback, unsure of what Han Yu was planning, but he nodded anyway, choosing to trust his son.
He didn't retract the Nine-Layered Golden Qilin Tower, however. Instead, he turned, his sharp gaze sweeping over their surroundings.
"Loose lips bring disaster. I suggest you watch your mouths. If you dare to insult my wife and son again, you won't be so lucky next time."
Han Cheng's display of power left the crowd fuming, but they didn't dare to speak out.
Only the Ancestor could withstand the Nine-Layered Golden Qilin Tower, and no one was willing to gamble with their own life.
Han Yu stepped forward, cupped his fists, and bowed deeply to the Ancestor. "Every member of our race is eligible to participate in the Ancestral Trial, and no one may stand in their way. This is the ancestral law."
