Afterward, from the cave where the ancestor was in seclusion, a surge of power swept out!
Cloud Zhao was holding a torch to burn the mountain when suddenly a gust of cold wind swept through, and a torrential rain abruptly fell in the valley!
The fires he had lit were quickly extinguished in the torrential rain, practically in an instant.
Before Cloud Zhao could react, that surge of power had already whisked him away, fiercely flinging him back into the hut where he lived.
Cloud Zhao was thrown into complete disarray, his mind a blur, when he saw a translucent phantom wavering before him, pointing and cursing at him:
"You ungrateful brat, I saved you with kindness, yet you dare to disrespect your ancestor!"
This voice was unmistakably the ancestor!
Cloud Zhao didn't know where he got the strength from, but he struggled up from the ground and shouted, "What kindness of saving me! You've kept me grounded on this barren hill for thirty years! Thirty years!"
