Teng Siyan's expression slowly turned solemn as he looked at the nonchalant man sitting before him.
In the entire Upper Domain, aside from this person, who would dare to speak to him in such a mocking tone?
No one.
This man was truly something else.
If it were not for his extremely high status in the Upper Domain, and his identity as the heir of the God Clan, Teng Siyan would have already taught him a harsh lesson for such disrespect.
But now, he could only grit his teeth and endure it.
His fingers tightened slightly around the tea bowl before he slowly placed it down.
And that damn brat, Xuan Long, just had to be friends with someone like him.
Both of them were unruly. Both of them had no respect for elders.
Thinking of Xuan Long, Teng Siyan's hand clenched under his sleeve.
That damn brat had never given them a good face.
They were clearly his only remaining relatives in this world.
