Bab 872: A Small Windfall, Dragon Tendon and Tiger Bone (1)

"Little An, you've grown up now. Have you learned to stand on the side of outsiders?"

Outside the storehouse of the Sima Grotto-Heaven's forging workshop, Zheng Jingyun crossed his arms and looked askance at Zheng Chengan.

"Ancestor, let's talk later," Zheng Chengan said angrily. When he thought about how Zhou Shu was in the Sima Grotto-Heaven's storehouse, he felt a chill run down his spine.

The ancestor doesn't know the severity of the situation. Fortunately, he's the ancestor. Otherwise, I would have slapped him to death long ago, Zheng Chengan cursed in his heart.

He hasn't woken up for years. But after waking up, he hasn't even killed a single demonic beast and has already lost half of the storehouse!

Is he considered an ancestor? Even a grandson wouldn't behave like that.