Martial Soul: Be a Saint

Just as everyone was looking at Little Fatso with peculiar gazes, as though they were looking at a monster, an angry shout suddenly sounded out from the sky.    

Soon after, a gray shadow could be seen flying through the air.    

Everyone looked up and saw a grey-clothed middle-aged man.    

At this moment, with a dignified expression on his face, he was slowly walking over with his hands behind his back. His sharp eyes were sweeping across the bustling city of Rogue Cultivator City.    

"Eh, isn't this the Jia family's ancestor? "Why did you bring out this old monster?"    

Witnessing the appearance of the grey-clothed middle-aged man, the business owners of the shops in the Rogue Cultivator City immediately recognized him.    

As the shop owner of the shop, he would need some time to get to know the Jia family's ancestor, Jia Tong.    

The grey-clothed middle-aged man that was flying over, was none other than the Jia Family's Old Ancestor, Jia Tong.    

Little Fatso, Jia Ren's biological father, Jia Tong.    

All the people from the Rogue Cultivator City who recognized Jia Tong were shocked.    

He was shocked beyond belief.    

"I didn't expect this little fatty to be so capable. He shouted at the top of his lungs and called out the Jia family's old ancestor. This is going to be a good show!"    

"It seems like this damn fatty is going to have bad luck. He's staying here and shouting, but he actually lured this old monster out!"    

Everyone thought so in their hearts.    

Moreover, in the past two days, Jia Tong had been feeling a bit uneasy and his heart was always very restless. He always felt that something big was going to happen, and he, who was originally cultivating in seclusion, was simply unable to calm down.    

Coincidentally, this morning, he was admiring a flower in the Jia Residence's garden when he suddenly heard someone shouting in the city. It had a serious impact on other people's quiet cultivation, so he decided to personally investigate since he hadn't cultivated yet.    

However, when he shouted, his eyes immediately saw two familiar faces.    

"Ren'er, Young Master Wu?"    

The scene that everyone expected did not happen.    

The originally serious face of the Jia Clan's ancestor, Jia Tong, froze when he saw the little fatty and the young man.    

Following which, he quickly rushed over in excitement.    

"You … You are finally back! "    

Jia Tong was so excited that he rushed to the front of the crowd. He stared at the little fatty in particular, his eyes filled with endless tenderness.    

"Ugh …" What is this? "    

"What the hell is going on?"    

"What is this little fatty?"    

"Damn, what a twist!"    

Everyone was stupefied. Faced with such a sudden turn of events, they all felt that it was inconceivable.    

"Father …"    

Right at this time, Little Fatty looked at Jia Tong and shouted out emotionally.    

When the crowd heard his shout, they were shocked again.    

"What? This little fatty is the son of the Jia family's ancestor?" This... How is that possible? "    

Everyone was dumbfounded.    

This kind of impact was too much for them.    

Those in the Rogue Cultivator City knew that the Jia family had a very high status in the Martial Cultivation World, and although the Jia family's ancestor had been superficial all year round, his appearance had always been respected by others.    

It was rumored that he had great accomplishments when he was young, and later on he even had two more promising sons. It was said that they were both in Tian Chi Sect, and their status seemed to be very high.    

However, they rarely saw it.    

He never thought that the Jia family's ancestor would have such a fat son.    

"Brat, you're finally willing to come back!" I thought you were dead! " Jia Tong looked at the Jia Ren who had remained unchanging for several hundred years, and was so excited that even his body was trembling.