Teng Siyan's face turned red, then pale, then red again.
He had lived for thousands of years. He had stood at the peak of the Upper Domain. Countless people bowed their heads before him. No one had ever dared to speak to him in such a filthy and mocking manner.
And yet this brat in front of him not only dared, but even laughed openly.
For a moment, Teng Siyan truly wanted to slap him and knock out every single tooth in his mouth.
Mate with that female himself?
Was this a joke?
He was an elder of the Teng Clan. A man who had reached the pinnacle of cultivation. In his long and dignified life, how could he possibly lower himself to mate with some random female like a desperate young man?
Impossible.
Absolutely impossible.
But when he saw the sneer on An Mo's face, his expression changed again.
Because he understood.
That brat was not truly mocking his dignity.
He was pointing at something else.
At the truth.
