Li Xuantong opened his mouth.
He wanted to say something.
But in the end, it turned into a heavy sigh.
Li Xinge narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Since that is the case, there is something I do not understand."
"Please ask, Your Highness."
A teasing curve tugged at Li Xinge's lips.
"Why did your branch become the hereditary, irrevocable Duke of Zhenguo of Great Zhou, holding a position beneath only the sovereign?"
Though he was smiling.
The chill beneath that smile could not be concealed.
Upon hearing this, Li Xuanxian.
Let out a sigh.
"It was not that we coveted wealth and glory. We truly had no other choice."
"During that brutal pursuit back then, the ancestors of our branch were driven into a dead end and had no choice but to awaken the Sacred Weapon."
"The Sacred Weapon's might was enough to destroy heaven and earth. It suppressed and killed two Half-Saints from the Lower Realm on the spot."
"The Rootless People were thoroughly frightened."
"Because of the Heavenly Dao's restrictions, those in the Heavenly Human Realm could not descend to the Lower Realm."
"Therefore, the strongest fighters who could descend were no more than Half-Saints."
"And even in the Upper Realm, Half-Saints were pillars holding up their respective factions."
"If too many died, it would wound their sinews and bones."
"Moreover, most crucially, what the Rootless People feared most was not the Sacred Weapon, but the Sacred Coffin."
"After all, the Sacred Coffin held the hope of resurrecting the distant ancestor."
"And once the distant ancestor was revived, he would never spare those Rootless People who had betrayed him."
"Thus, the Rootless People had always focused their pursuit on the branch that carried away the Sacred Coffin."
He glanced at Li Xinge.
His tone was complicated.
"That is, your