As one of the top cultivators in the Southern Province, Randall Freeman's words carried weight, and his seat was quite prominent.
As they were discussing matters, Clay Freeman hurriedly ran over.
He tried to maintain a calm demeanor and smiled, saying, "Grandpa, let's go back home quickly."
"Go home? The Myriad Sects Conference isn't over yet, why would we go home?" Randall Freeman frowned.
"I have something important to tell you," Clay Freeman insisted, "It's really important."
Rolling his eyes, Randall Freeman said, "What could you possibly have to say, other than eating, drinking, playing, and chasing girls?"
Everyone at the table burst into laughter.
"Hey hey, I'm serious, please come with me quickly!" Clay Freeman urged.
The Leader of Cloud Sect, who was sitting nearby, smiled and said, "Mr. Freeman, since your grandson needs you, you should go."
"He can't possibly have anything serious to discuss," Randall Freeman muttered as he stood up.