Dai Weisi took advantage of the situation to make this request. He had promised Zhu Zhuyun that he would change the Star Luo Royal Family's rules for selecting heirs. Now was the right time.
"This..."
Dai Pojun looked troubled and hesitated. "But this is, after all, a tradition of the Star Luo Royal Family that has lasted for centuries. Abolishing it rashly would be..."
"Enough, Pojun! We elders shouldn't meddle too much in the affairs of the younger generation. I believe in Weisi. He will surely lead Star Luo toward a brand-new future."
Dai Tianxing looked at Dai Weisi encouragingly. "Weisi, grandfather supports your decision!"
"Thank you for your support, grandfather."
"Father, your decision is a little too..."
Dai Pojun wanted to say more, but Dai Tianxing cut him off directly. With a sorrowful expression, Dai Tianxing sighed. "Pojun, I know what you want to say. But I have already experienced the pain of losing a son once. I don't want to watch my grandsons slaughter one another with my own eyes again.
"Once I obtain a soul ring, I will become a Titled Douluo. At that time, my lifespan will be no less than three hundred years. Three hundred years... Must this old man keep watching his descendants tear each other apart over the throne?
"Pojun, you are already Level 89. You may become Titled in the future. Do you really want to watch your own descendants kill one another?"
"Well..."
Dai Pojun hesitated after hearing this. His father's words were not without reason. Back then, he had personally executed his own younger brother before ascending the throne.
Yet becoming emperor had not brought him peace. He often had nightmares of his younger brother turning into a vicious ghost and coming for his life.
Perhaps it really was time