Nian Bing gratefully looked at his uncle, who bore a striking resemblance, about eighty to ninety percent, to his own father and smiled, saying, "Uncle, thank you, but I think it won't be necessary. My contributions to our clan are well known. As for challenges, I'm willing to accept challenges from anyone, but I'm afraid you wouldn't dare to challenge me." At this moment, he knew he shouldn't instigate trouble, focusing on dealing with the God-man was more important, but the resentment that had built up in his heart over the years could not be suppressed. He was not only standing up for his father but also for himself. His grandfather's indifference towards his father and the involvement of these people had indeed played a significant role; if not for the pressure from the clan, it's possible that his grandfather might not have treated his father so coldly.
Prince Rong bellowed, "Sit down, all of you! Do I, the Clan Leader, not exist in your eyes?"
