This was originally a word of reprimand from Han Hong towards Shi Heng.
However, as Han Hong uttered this sentence, it seemed he thought of something, and his expression, along with his gaze towards Shi Heng, instantly turned anxious.
Sure enough.
The next second, the words that came out of Shi Heng's mouth overlapped with the voices in Han Hong's memory.
Shi Heng let out a sarcastic laugh, his gaze towards Han Hong filled with disdain and contempt, and said:
"Respect the old and cherish the young? Do you even deserve to say that?"
"Twenty years ago, there was a highly esteemed cultivator in the Feng Shui Path. Do you remember his name? It was Shi Yuan, and you caused his death over some petty profits."
"Moreover, cherish the young, right? When I hadn't yet grown strong, you sensed my great talent and feared that I would outshine your nephew. From that moment, you treated me as a thorn in your side and wanted to eliminate me."
"You just never found the opportunity to do so."
