"Clan brother? Aren't I still perfectly fine right here?"
Inside the thatched hut, Liao Shounan opened his eyes and looked outside calmly.
"Brother Shounan, why must you be like this? You know who I'm talking about!"
Outside the hut, Liao Huitong walked in with reddened eyes. Looking at Liao Shounan, she continued, "Back then, when Brother Liao Xia left the Night Race, the fault was never his. You know that."
"Oh, you mean Liao Xia. I told you not to keep his Aura back then, lest he die one day and leave you to suffer over it. Why didn't you listen?"
Liao Shounan laughed softly, rose, and walked outside. He picked up the wooden ladle at the side, scooped up a pot of water, and poured it over the flowers and plants outside the hut.
"Brother Shounan, how can you say that? Brother Liao Xia is dead now. Shouldn't we be avenging him? Even if he left the Night Race back then, what flows in his body is still the bloodline of our Night Race. How can we allow other cultivators to cut him down as they please!"
Seeing Liao Shounan's indifferent expression, Liao Huitong could not help shouting.
"He, Liao Xia, refused to admit he was of the Night Race while he lived. Now that he's dead, he wants to acknowledge it instead?" Liao Shounan's hand paused slightly as he watered the flowers, and he turned to look at Liao Huitong.
"It wasn't that Brother Liao Xia refused to acknowledge his identity as part of the Night Race. It was those few back then who pushed him too far. Otherwise, why would Brother Liao Xia have left Sky Wave Domain in anger and gone to Profound Spirit Domain to cultivate?" Liao Huitong argued emotionally.
"Those few pushed Liao Xia