Inside the Golden Giant Tower.
Xia Yuan, the Xia Clan's strongest Old Ancestor, sat cross-legged behind a pair of golden doors. A pot of tea sat before him, and he held a cup in his hand, sipping it slowly. His eyes were filled with deep worry, as well as even stronger anticipation.
He had already been waiting here for six years!
And had spent six years drinking tea.
Within the Secret Realm, he and Meng Yi had spent a year obtaining great benefits before finally arriving here.
There was a heaven-shaking inheritance here.
Originally, the two of them had arrived together and were meant to compete for that inheritance!
Yet in the end, all the trials had been waived, and Meng Yi had gone inside to receive the inheritance.
It was not because Xia Yuan had yielded.
It was because that senior, who only had a wisp of divine consciousness left, had found him lacking!
In that senior's words, what was the use of passing an inheritance to a crippled shell whose foundation had been damaged by severe injuries?
Xia Yuan had nothing to say.
Of course he was unwilling in his heart!
But he could still accept it. The one receiving the inheritance was his disciple. Once he finished this pot of tea and took a few pills Meng Yi had begged from that senior, he could hold on for several more decades. By then, Meng Yi would have grown enough to become a pillar of the Xia Clan. When Xia Yuan left, he would have no regrets and could go in peace.
What worried him now was that he had suddenly vanished for seven years. The people in the clan did not know what had happened and might think he had gone to fight the Tiger Clan or