At the mention of the Imperial Tang Li Family, Mu Yi fell silent as well. A thread of sorrow appeared between his brows, along with deeply buried resentment.
It was not only him. Ever since the Li Family had become one of the Nine Surnames, the Yang Family had concealed their names and identities generation after generation, all to avoid being hunted down by the Li Family.
In truth, it made little sense. After all, the Yang Family's vast empire had been seized by the Li Family, and the two sides were even related by marriage. Li Yuan and Yang Guang had been cousins, and their blood ties were still fairly close.
The Yang Family, the wronged party, had said nothing, yet the Li Family pursued them relentlessly, determined to exterminate them without leaving even a path to survival. It was rather unreasonable.
Yet that was precisely how unreasonable it was, because the principles of this world were spoken by the strong. The Li Family remained powerful, standing among the Nine Surnames as an aristocratic clan, while the Yang Family had declined into the dust. The difference between them was heaven and earth. No matter what the Li Family did, the Yang Family could only passively endure it.
Put another way, the Li Family feared that the Yang Family might one day restore their rule and seek revenge against the old Li Family. Since that was the case, it was better to strike first and keep the Yang Family pressed into the mud, never allowing them to turn over again.
Leaving aside the blood feud between the two sides in the Medieval Era, ever since the founding of Great Yong, the Yang Family's numbers had dwindled day by day. Their branches had withered away, and the Li Family had played