"Your ancestors might have been impressive, but that was them. What are you trying to say now?" The little girl in Wu Tian’s arms was looking for a chance to show off and hadn’t expected this fool, Feng Li, to hand one to her so easily. She immediately piped up, "Are you trying to say that because your ancestor played a significant role in the development of Array Masters, others should respect you just as they respected him? Are you saying your ancestor is a milestone in the history of Array Masters, so anyone who sees you should respect you as if you were him? That you represent your ancestor? So if you do something wrong, it’s your ancestor’s fault, is that it?"
"I... I never said that." Feng Li furrowed his brows, finding this little girl rather disagreeable.
"But you must have thought it," the little girl pressed on, giving no ground. "Are you expecting us to look at you with admiration? Don’t even try to deny it. Deep down, you don’t see yourself as you. You think you *are* your ancestor, and that all his achievements are your own, isn’t that right?"
"I did not," he retorted.
"Shut up," the little girl snapped at Feng Li. "You definitely did! Don’t you dare say you haven’t had a single thought like that."
Feng Li found himself in a difficult position.
He really wanted to charge over and teach this little brat a lesson. Some things just can’t be said so recklessly—doesn’t she know that?
"Enough," Wu Tian cut in, unwilling to waste any more time on the matter. "If you want to start, let’s get on with it. In any case, as long as my side wins, you can go right back to where you came from."
Yang Ziwei nodded. "That’s right. If Wu Tian wins, then he will be the Branch Guild President."
"No! If my daughter wins, she will be the Branch Guild President," Wu Tian interrupted.
His words were earth-shattering. Even Yang Ziwei hadn’t expected Wu Tian to have such a plan, and his eyes widened in surprise.
Let the little girl compete? Is that really going to work?
"Are you insulting me?" Before Yang Ziwei could say anything, Feng Li was the first to cry out in protest. "Wu Tian, why won’t you compete yourself? Why have a child fight me instead? What is that supposed to mean? Do you look down on me? Do you think a child is enough to handle me? Do you believe I’m not a worthy opponent? What exactly are you trying to say?"
Hearing this, Wu Tian chuckled sarcastically. He was polite to those who were courteous in return, but since Feng Li was being shameless, Wu Tian simply said, "You’re right about all of it."
"..." Feng Li was stunned. When the meaning sank in, he clenched his teeth in fury.
Yang Ziwei looked at Wu Tian apprehensively. "Mr. Wu Tian, this..."
Wu Tian responded with an air of indifference, "Trust me, it’s the right call. You will all realize one day what a great fortune it is to have her as your branch president."
A profound silence fell over the area.
Yang Ziwei was the first to recover. He sighed deeply, having finally made his decision. "If she defeats Feng Li, it’s settled. She will be our President."
Wu Tian nodded.
"Hahahaha..." Feng Li couldn’t believe Yang Ziwei had gone mad too, agreeing to let a child compete against him. He scoffed, "Little girl, I hope you don’t start questioning the meaning of life after this is over."
"..."
The little girl’s voice entered his mind. I’ll let my strength do the talking. The truth will be the slap to his face.
Fine, we’ll play along for a little while longer. Hopefully, this Feng Li knows how to admit defeat. If he loses and still tries to cause trouble, I’ll have to kill him! Even with my connection to Little Crazy, if his descendant is this disgraceful, I won’t show any mercy.
But argue with her? He felt he probably couldn’t win a war of words against this little girl. If he really lost that battle, it would be utterly humiliating.
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