This terrifying gap in cultivation almost robbed him of the courage to speak.
"Chen Family."
Chen Qiu looked calmly at the frail-looking old man in front of him and, after pausing for a long while to confirm that there was indeed no such power in his memory, he spoke softly, "I heard from my disciple that you have a grudge against me, which is why you laid your hands on him."
"I'm a rather reasonable person. I'm quite curious; where exactly did our conflict arise? Can you clarify?"
He was genuinely curious.
Given the strength of this family, at best they were at the Early Stage of Divinity Transformation. Even during that grand sweep they made when they left the Xuantian Continent, they didn't bother with this power—it was too insignificant to catch their eye. Under such circumstances, where could a grievance come from?
"I..."
