"Oh? There were others?"
To the brother and sister, this was indeed quite unusual.
"Seeing how confident you are puts me at ease." Mu Shan Feng drew a faint breath, then suddenly held out his hand, waiting for Li Tianming to shake it.
Li Tianming reached out.
Mu Shan Feng clasped his hand, his eyes blazing as he said, "I'm older, so I'll call you little brother."
"Brother Feng." Li Tianming nodded.
Mu Shan Feng gave an assent, then said deeply, "We are a clan forgotten by history, a clan burdened by a blood-deep ocean of hatred. I have never believed that an 'Yanhuang Nether Clan' exists. Those four words themselves are born of inferiority and estrangement. After a clan's fall, after the destruction of one's nation and race, so-called criminals and prisoners are merely the self-debasement of the weak. Under such circumstances, I have always believed that, before an opportunity for revival, all of us should cast aside our prejudices, earn one another's trust through the blood that binds us, unite as one, and share life and death together. Only such a clan deserves to rise again and revive. If, even under these circumstances, we remain obsessed with arguing, guarding against one another, or placing personal gain above all else, then such a Yanhuang might as well sink forever and never raise its head again. It simply does not deserve the throne of overlord of the starry sky."
After hearing this, Li Tianming's heart trembled slightly.
"Those words have truly shown me the breadth of the Yanhuang Divine Clan's vision," Li Tianming said solemnly.
"After lying silent for ten thousand generations, we have finally gained an opportunity for revival. If our generation can undertake this great cause and display the bearing of Yanhuang descendants, then even if we must