Young Son Changsheng
"By the way, the First Elder's Divine Palace ceremony is coming up. You've been away from home for so many years—are you really not going back to take a look this time?"
The effeminate young man's expression shifted slightly.
Struggle flashed through his eyes.
But soon enough.
He shook his head.
His expression hardened with resolve.
"No. When I left home, I told Grandfather that unless I made something of myself, I would never return. Now that the 'Living Vessel' is still unfinished, what right do I have to go home?"
He stared fixedly at the body in the Blood Pool, where only a thread of life remained.
"My talent is mediocre. With aptitude like mine, there are ten thousand of us in the clan, if not eight thousand."
The effeminate young man clenched his fists.
"I don't want to become a parasite of the family, lying atop my grandfather's and my sister's record of achievements."
"There is only one path: take the sword by its edge."
"Only by completing my research into the path of the 'Living Vessel'."
"Can I contribute to the family."
"Can I bring my greatest value into play!"
"For this..."
"Even if I become a demon."
"Even if my hands are stained with bloody sins."
"Though I die a hundred deaths, I will have no regrets!"
As Abundant Mountain Old Devil listened, his eyes too brimmed with emotion.
He patted the effeminate young man on the shoulder.
"With a descendant like you in the family, how could it fail to rise to greatness?"
"Since that is so, this old sack of bones will give it everything I have as well."
"Master and disciple, the two of us will forge this 'Living Vessel' as soon as possible."
"And soon..."
"Return home in robes