Zhe Yan

"Hey, hey, hey, hey, Wan'er, wait, wait, wait!"

When Xiao Yan was forcefully pushed down by Yao Wan, his mind inevitably went a little blank.

There was no helping it. He had only just escaped mortal danger and had only just woken up, yet now he was supposed to accept this sudden demand. Whether others could accept it or not, Xiao Yan himself really could not.

His mind had not even fully caught up yet. How was he supposed to accept anything?

"Stop dragging your feet with me."

But how could Yao Wan possibly be willing to listen to Xiao Yan say anything more? A dangerous glint flickered in her beautiful pale-gold eyes as she said, "Hurry up."

"T-that kind of thing... shouldn't it wait until after Dou Saint? Wan'er, what about your own God Grade Bloodline?"

"I don't want it."

"You don't want it?"

Xiao Yan's eyes widened. The instant Yao Wan's words fell, he could even imagine what kind of collapsed expressions the Elders of the Yao Clan would have if they heard what she had said.

Xiao Yan drew in a slight breath. Even his breathing could not help but pause a little at that moment.

Perhaps it was because, even to him, Wan'er's words were inevitably a little too shocking.

As a descendant of the Ancient Eight Clans, she was giving up her own God Grade Bloodline?

Even Xiao Yan did not dare to think of such a thing. The Ancient Eight Clans possessed the powerful bloodlines left behind by the eight Dou Di of the past, something ordinary people dreamed of obtaining, yet Wan'er cast it aside like an old shoe...

Whether in the outside world or within the Yao Clan, how could such a thing be permitted to happen?

So Xiao Yan refused without