"Kneel down, kowtow, and burn high incense—those things are only for worshipping your Ancestors. Forcing people to kneel recklessly will shorten your own lifespan."
Zuzi's tone was cool.
The three male students stared at the white-clad girl elegantly stepping out from the other side of the car, feeling momentarily stunned.
It was as if a light suddenly intimidated them, causing their raised hands to awkwardly halt mid-air, unable to land on Fan Xiaochuan.
"Who... who are you?"
"I'm your Ancestor, obviously."
"Hey, you—are you nuts!"
"Can't even settle a sleeping spot without a fight, you guys are probably going to run out of luck soon."
Zuzi narrowed her Phoenix Eyes slightly, scanning the three people.
Kids who get into college have some literary fortune on their foreheads.
