Among the powers of the jianghu, aside from sects maintained by inheritance and gangs maintained by profit, there were also great clans maintained by blood ties.
Among the many families, the ones with the longest histories and the strongest power had to be the seven great clans in Southern Heaven Continent that had continued from ancient times to the present, known to the world as the Seven Families of Southern Heaven.
Though the Seven Families of Southern Heaven were content to remain in their own corner, their shadows had been behind almost every change of dynasty in history.
Dynasties rose and fell, but great clans endured forever.
Having lasted nearly ten thousand years to this day, these ancient clans had all accumulated foundations that could only be called terrifying.
And the Han Family was one of the Seven Families of Southern Heaven.
As he recounted his own experiences, the Island Master's eyes held a trace of worldly weariness and sorrow.
"I was born not knowing who my parents were. Since childhood, I grew up with Master. He found me in the wilderness, taught me principles, passed divine abilities on to me, and taught me how to be a person. So I never regarded myself as a dragon. I always regarded myself as a human."
"But my Master was no mighty expert. His cultivation remained at the third realm his whole life. Before long, he passed away at the end of his natural lifespan."
"I left the mountain gate and began roaming the jianghu on my own. Only then did I learn that my talent was actually so strong, and that dragon blood was so wondrous."
"In those years, I swept across Southern Heaven, high-spirited and full of pride, and could be said to have made a name for myself. Not