"Senior Zhang hoped that the Zhang Family would make progress. He hoped that when he left the palace, the Zhang Family would still remain."
Pan Little Black raised his head. Was that what Zhang Zijin had said?
Zhang Shangde and Zhang Xuefang's expressions changed slightly.
There were only two possibilities for Zhang Zijin to leave the palace. One was for the Zhang Family to produce a talented junior whose cultivation surpassed his, though not as family head, and who could enter the palace to take over his duties;
The other was the fall of the Ming Dynasty.
The two of them instinctively thought of the second possibility.
Because even a genius needed time to grow, and dynasties had their cycles of rise and fall. Every dynasty proclaimed itself eternal, but who truly believed one could last for ten thousand generations?
The Ming Dynasty was already beset by dangers on all sides, with uprisings erupting without end. Since waking this time, they had learned quite a few things. The late Emperor had met his death in the northern lands while still young. How much longer the Ming Dynasty had left, no one knew.
If dynasties were like this, then what of lineages?
The two felt their hearts pounding like drums as they seriously considered Zhang Zijin's words.
They could look down on Zhang Li and ignore Zhang Liuzhen, but they could not disregard Zhang Zijin's words.
He was the Zhang Family member with the highest cultivation and the deepest Daoist arts.
His words were a warning to the Zhang Family. Could it be that he had "seen" something?
Come to think of it, Zhang Liuzhen possessed an innate Dao body and could know the past and future. Since childhood, he had been determined to reform the Zhang Family. Could it be