Why had Ghost Ancestor also taken part in the Holy War?

Chen Changan guessed that these people were acting this way because of Ghost Ancestor's bloodline.

But Tong Xun had it, and so did his mother. If that bloodline was truly useful, wouldn't Tong Xun's mother have been enough?

Why did they have to have a child? Or why did it have to be Tong Xun?

"People always say the Human Race is far wiser than the other races."

"Seeing it for myself today, I can say it's well deserved."

"Why today? Haven't you met Tong Zhanbo?"

"Oh, I see. He's not wise."

"He really is... not very wise. He's got nothing but reckless vigor."

With his own strength, Tong Zhanbo had dragged down the entire Human Race's average intelligence. That was a talent in its own right.

"Uncle, what are you saying? My father... really isn't wise?"

"What do you think? You take after your father."

"That can't be right. I'm clever and talented..."

"Mm, you're certainly clever. You gambled until you lost everything."

Chen Changan's retort left Tong Xun speechless. He even began to doubt himself.

Could it be that he really wasn't wise?

Chen Changan paid no attention to Tong Xun, who was lost in self-doubt, and turned to the Ghost Race experts.

"I'm Tong Xun's elder. Whatever you need, speak to me directly."

"If I don't agree, he won't agree to any of your requests either."

"Right, right. I'll listen to my uncle."

Clearly, Tong Xun had realized the truth: he wasn't smart enough. So he could only hand the authority to decide and choose over to Chen Changan.

After all, in his heart, Chen Changan was a little more reliable than his own father.

Seeing that Tong Xun said the same, the Ghost Race experts furrowed their brows and thought it over for a while. In