However, luck and ambition, these two things, will still make their eight major families make this decision unanimously - they have been the pillars of the dynasty for three thousand years.

But now, they no longer want to be someone else's pillar."

"But how long can you suppress them?"

Ying Xiao looked puzzled, "You are almost eighty-seven years old, how long can you live? Does this make sense?"

"Of course it makes sense."

The old man smiled calmly and said, "How long can I survive? How long can I bear this pain?"

"I don't understand! I don't understand you... uh..."

Before Ying Xiao finished speaking, his expression changed slightly, he quickly took a few steps back and rubbed his eyebrows.

His golden eyes flickered slightly, and gradually returned to dark brown eyes.

"I really don't understand what you think."

Ying Xiao gasped lightly, looked at the old man with his dark brown eyes, and said in surprise: "You have lived such a ridiculous life. You have been living for Daluo and others. How can you call your own life?"

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"It's normal for you not to understand."

The old man stood with his hands behind his hands, his back facing him, raising his head slightly, looking into the night sky, at the bright full moon hanging high in the stars, with the moon's shadow reflected in his golden eyes.

"Because you are just Ying Xiao, because the Ying family's imperial blood in your body has been drained to the point where it can no longer be drained, and because you are just a disabled spellcaster who was forced to flee the capital when he was a child."

"But I am different. My name is Ying Xuan, and I am the orthodox heir of the Daluo Dynasty."
Chapter completed!