"Fellow Daoist Qian Yao, just call me by my name. The title of Taoist Ancestor is merely a joke to make people laugh." Xing Ga waved his hand, a hint of melancholy in his eyes.
Once again hearing people call him Taoist Ancestor, his heart was filled with mixed emotions.
His aptitude wasn't particularly high, and he was indecisive and not decisive in doing things.
The fact that he could ascend to the position of Taoist Ancestor was already a stroke of great luck.
Unexpectedly, among the crowd of Taoist Ancestors, he was still unaware of it.
Clearly holding a trump card, yet he insisted on learning from others to calculate against his own trump card.
In the end, after scheming back and forth, he schemed against himself.
Qian Yao solemnly said, "Taoist Ancestor Xing Ga, even if the calamity were to come a hundred times, your identity as a Taoist Ancestor remains undisputed."
Xing Ga sighed and said nothing.
