Bai Yujun looked at Pan Xiong with a complicated expression.
"Old Pan, do you think one person is more important, or the entire Lineage? Speak from the bottom of your heart—the kind of truth you would pour out from the depths of your soul."
Pan Xiong, who had been about to step forward and flatter her with praise about how mighty and invincible the heroine was, froze. What did she mean?
"Well... of course the Lineage is more important. There is no doubt about it. If sacrificing one person can bring peace to the whole Lineage, then it is absolutely worthwhile. If one enjoys the benefits of the Lineage, shouldn't one make sacrifices for it at critical moments?"
A certain dragon smiled and nodded, though she felt somewhat embarrassed about concealing the truth.
"One of your sons was captured. Yes, that flamboyant, neither-man-nor-woman one. Perhaps the Ghostly Entity mistook him for you. For the sake of repaying his father's kindness, your son did not hesitate to brave danger himself—truly a model citizen, deserving of books and biographies in his honor. I see this place has excellent feng shui. Why not bury him here? Otherwise, if I go save him, none of you will be left under anyone's care."
"Uh..."
Pan Xiong's face turned ugly, and he looked ready to weep. No matter how flamboyant that unfilial son was, he was still his son. How could he bear to watch him fall into the hands of vicious ghosts and die without a burial place? This expert had called the place a deathtrap just moments ago, yet now she said it had excellent feng shui. Could a place with excellent feng shui breed such savage Ghostly Entities?
"Please, Heroine, save my unfilial son..."
She felt rather depressed. If she had known this