The Gathering of Ancient Gods

Unconsciously, the two men had already arrived at the door of the main hall, and the large gate opened, revealing the scenery inside. A pale-faced youth wearing extravagant clothes was sitting on the main seat while the clan patriarch Jiao Xiu was respectfully standing by his side. Apart from them, there was no one else in the entire hall, even the elders of Morrow Clan were not present.

"Ashmo pays respects to god father."

Ashmo, who sat on the main seat, did not reveal the slightest emotion and maintained a poker face. He only looked at Asura from above and did not stand up, only nodding .

Asura carefully observed Ashmo with curiosity in his eyes. Although Ashmo had not properly greeted him with respect, there was no anger in his manner.

Everything was out in the open, and there was a mutual understanding between the two of them. Upon seeing each other, they were like father and son who had not seen each other in a long time. No fiery battle erupted.