If he had known that Xiao Chen's grandfather was him, he would not have dared to make any decisions.

"What's the point of saying it wrong at this time?"

The old fortune teller shook his head and waved his hand. The seven ancient divine swords in the air all pointed the tip of the sword at the Red-haired Ancestor.

As long as he waved his hand again, these seven swords would fall from the sky and take the life of the Red-haired Ancestor.

"No, I...I can tell you a secret."

The red-haired ancestor thought of something and said loudly.

"The Secret About the Holy Heavenly Sect..."

"Oh? Do you still know the secret?"

The old fortune teller raised his eyebrows.

"What's the secret?"

"You promise not to kill me, I will tell you."

The red-haired ancestor said hurriedly.
Chapter completed!