Li Tiangang likewise gazed at the boy's retreating figure with conflicting emotions, his fingers tightening slightly. He felt nervous, expectant, and also somewhat lost and sorrowful.
Back when he had argued with that boy, the latter had abandoned the Li surname and left this illustrious Divine General Residence.
Who could have imagined that, today, the ancestors themselves would step forward to invite him back?
He could not help asking himself: I was indeed wrong, but was I really that wrong?
He had established his Dao Heart through the Myriad Things Law, yet now, his Dao Heart had begun to waver.
Li Hao had not expected the Li Family Ancestors to go so far for him either. He felt surprised, and also a little regretful.
That regret was not remorse over his decision, but sorrow that he had no choice but to hurt them.
The moon waxed and waned, shone clear or hid behind clouds; such things had never been perfect since ancient times.
Ever since he severed his bloodline in the Abyss, there had been no turning back. Some things, whether missed or done wrong, would ultimately remain regrets. Even a shattered mirror glued back together still bore cracks, reflecting only a broken scene.
"I appreciate your kindness, Senior."
Li Hao bowed slightly and said, "It isn't worth making an exception for me. This Millennial Glory, accumulated by generations of seniors who fought enemies and slew monsters on the battlefield, must not be tarnished by breaking the rules for my sake. A lineage's inheritance needs Family Law and Clan Rules. Otherwise, one generation will shine, only for ten thousand generations to fall into oblivion."
"I no longer possess the Li Family bloodline. Even if I became the True Dragon, I could hardly convince everyone. Besides, my mind is made up.