Touching his nose, Ji Youzhi stood honestly to the side; this bloodline repression was quite thorough.
At this moment, Ji Shang's dignity as an old father still persisted.
"Grandfather, is there anything else you haven't told us?"
Feeling that her seventh uncle was scolded into silence by her grandfather, the little girl quickly chimed in to ask.
"Are you sure that the Ancestor sealed only the Evil God and the Witch God?"
Ji Youze replied without hesitation, "We're sure it's only those two!"
Ji Shang looked at him doubtfully.
"How can you be so sure that it's just those two?"
Ji Youze was stunned by the question, unable to speak for a long while.
Ji Shang didn't press further, always feeling that something was off with his youngest son!
Yet he couldn't pinpoint exactly what was wrong.
"Alright, if you say it's just those two, then it's just those two. I won't ask further. Since you're sure there are just these two, there are first three things you need to do."
