Bai Xiang was awakened by a kick, his grandfather lashed out with his foot without the slightest sympathy.
Opening his eyes, he found himself in an unfamiliar place, under the dim light of an oil lamp, the ancient, pancake-like face in front of him almost made him scream; he swiftly bit his hand and shouted in his mind, "Ah… a ghost!"
The pain brought him back to sobriety, and he realized that the scary pancake face was his grandfather, Bai Ming.
"Grandpa, Second Grandpa, and Xingxing, what are you all doing? Why aren't you sleeping in the middle of the night and instead scaring me? Did I just sneak a few sips of alcohol?"
Bai Xiang's sulky look made Bai Dan glance at Bai Ming.
"Big brother, are you sure you want him to be the next Clan Leader? He doesn't seem very reliable."
It wasn't just that he seemed unreliable, he was completely unreliable.
Bai Ming darkened his face and stared directly at Bai Xiang.
