Next, Lu Qi told Lu Yin many stories about Lu Xiao Xuan. They brightened the somber atmosphere considerably. Lu Xiao Xuan had always been an optimist. From Lu Qi's stories, Lu Yin's impression of him was that of a perfect fairy tale: he had been born with everything—a powerful family, a childhood sweetheart of a maid, friends who shared his interests—and had been doted on and envied by countless people, living a carefree life.
Even just hearing about that life was enough to make anyone envious.
The more carefree Lu Xiao Xuan had been, the more the Lu Family pitied Lu Yin's lot. They were complete opposites.
So many people wanted to be Lu Xiao Xuan, but in reality, most were more like Lu Yin.
Perhaps Lu Xiao Xuan had lived too well, and so all the disasters and suffering had been left for Lu Yin.
Lu Yin chuckled. He didn't resent it or hate it. He was who he was. What did it matter if life had been good or bad? If he didn't even want to be himself, how could he go on living?
Those Corpse Kings from the Eternal Clan had long since become different creatures. They weren't themselves anymore.
Lu Yin understood that very well. He didn't envy others. If he wanted the life of his dreams, he would fight for it himself. Walking upright was harder than lying down and living, but it gave him freedom.
Of course, if the Lu Family solved all its problems, he wouldn't mind experiencing Lu Xiao Xuan's way of life again.
"Father, tell me about Big Sister and the others," Lu Yin said.
Lu Qi nodded. "Your eldest sister, Lu Qian, was born into the Lu Family Branch. She was talented in both the literary and martial arts from