A faint, composed smile curled at his lips as he spoke with sincerity and earnestness.
"Besides, Xiao Yan was not merely sheltered by me in the Central Plains. His talent is outstanding and his resolve unwavering; on the contrary, he has helped me greatly on many occasions. The two of us brothers have simply supported one another. There is truly no need to be so formal."
Seeing how humble Xiao Ling was, without the slightest hint of claiming credit, the gratitude in Xiao Zhan's heart only grew stronger.
He knew Xiao Ling said this because he did not want him to dwell on it too much. Yet this favor, to both the Xiao Family and himself, weighed more than a thousand jin. If Xiao Ling had not looked after Xiao Yan in the Central Plains, if not for the endless supply of resources, how could the Xiao Family have attained its current standing? How could he have broken through to the Dou Emperor Realm?
Yet despite all his gratitude, with his current strength, he had no way whatsoever to share Xiao Ling's burdens. That sense of powerlessness inevitably left a trace of melancholy in his heart.
If Xiao Ling could have seen through his thoughts, he likely would not have cared much. His assistance to the Xiao Family and his care for Xiao Yan had always come from the heart. It was both the affection of blood ties and his recognition of Xiao Yan's talent and character.
Moreover, Xiao Yan had not achieved nothing in the Central Plains these past years. That crucial information regarding the Heavenly Flames had been an unexpected delight for him.
Besides, Xiao Yan was upright and deeply loyal, far more dependable than that "Buddha Ancestor Tang." A cousin worthy of such trust naturally deserved a