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"Is the Dou Di Bloodline really that powerful?" Wei Ye asked with a frown.

These ancient clans placed such enormous importance on bloodlines that it had reached a level outsiders could hardly comprehend.

"The so-called Dou Di Bloodline is naturally not the strongest. The reason I made it this far has almost nothing to do with the Dou Di Bloodline. I fought for everything myself. The Dou Di Bloodline in my body was only awakened not long ago; my growth never relied on it."

Xiao Yan smiled, then pointed at Wei Yang and said to the three children, "He is publicly acknowledged as the most monstrous genius of this era, yet he does not possess even a trace of the Dou Di Bloodline. Even the most perfect divine-grade Dou Di Bloodline would pale beside him."

"So, the Dou Di Bloodline is not as invincible or powerful as you imagine. What is strong will always be people, not bloodlines!"

"Exactly. It is people who are strong, not bloodlines! And the talents of you three little ones are no worse than any Dou Di Bloodline—perhaps even better," Elder Yao said, clapping his hands in agreement.

"Mm." The three children nodded vigorously, their eyes brimming with confidence.

"We'll definitely become stronger than all those with Dou Di Bloodlines!" Wei Shuo shouted, waving her little fists.

The master and his two disciples were left speechless.

Wei Yang shot his daughter a glare and lightly rebuked her, "Give you an inch, and you take a mile."

"Hmph." Wei Shuo lifted her little head, raising her chin high as she snorted.

Wei Ye hurriedly tugged on his sister's hand, telling her to behave herself and stop interrupting.

"Enough, let's not talk about this anymore. Few people in the Central Plains know about the Eight Ancient Clans.