Li Tianming's scalp went numb.
Jian Qinghe had put it simply, but Li Tianming understood.
In other words, the current Valley Master of Myriadpath Valley—the father of Qi Tian Muyu and Qi Tian Muchen—might have intended from the very beginning to overthrow the old Valley Master. But unlike the others, he had treated the old Valley Master as a role model, lying low at his side. He had married the old Valley Master's daughter, won his trust, received his cultivation, and in the end become the new leader—using his own wife's life to shatter the old Valley Master's heart.
Li Tianming had seen the outcome of that battle.
The old Valley Master had been defeated and imprisoned in the Myriadpath Ruins. The Qingchuan Aristocratic Family had been destroyed. All its clansmen had either died or, like Jian Qinghe, been kept in captivity as food for companion beasts...
"When the Qitian Clan joined with you, those who gave birth to Myriadpath Source Beast beastmasters took the Qitian surname, while those who gave birth to Myriadpath Source Spirit beastmasters entered the Qingchuan Aristocratic Family, right?" Li Tianming asked.
"Yes."
So Jian Qinghe was Jian Qinghe, and Qi Tian Muchen was Qi Tian Muchen!
Twins, yet they had completely different fates.
That was why Qi Tian Muchen had said that she was a placenta!
Though Jian Qinghe's words were pale and simple, Li Tianming could still imagine how many twists, how much helplessness, and how many human tragedies lay within them.
To the Dao, Yu, and Qitian clans, the Qingchuan Aristocratic Family were cattle and sheep, while they were tigers and wolves—bandits!
How could tigers and wolves be willing to live beneath rules made by cattle and sheep?
They had to become true dragons!
Li Tianming had once felt that the Qitian Clan