Bloodline Inheritance

The brilliant radiance filling the sky receded slowly like the tide, and Xiao Ling and Xun Er gradually opened their eyes.

When the ancient, majestic hall came fully into view, both of them could not help but lose themselves in astonishment. Who would have thought that such a humble, unadorned stone tablet concealed such a paradise within? Such handiwork could indeed only have been wrought by a Dou Sheng expert.

At the center of the great hall ahead, Xiao Xuan was already standing with his hands behind his back. Before him lay a clear pool, smooth as a mirror. Blossoms of green lotus floated upon its surface like jade carvings, their tranquil fragrance slowly spreading with the air and refreshing the heart and mind.

The footsteps behind him were soft; the two must have arrived. Xiao Xuan did not turn around. Instead, a sigh heavy with the weight of passing years slowly rang out. "Xiao Ling, can you tell this old man in detail just what state the Xiao Clan is in now?"

At those words, Xiao Ling's fingertips paused. After a moment of silence, he finally answered truthfully, "Strictly speaking, the Xiao Clan of old is already gone. All that remains now is the Xiao Family, stranded in a corner of the Northwest Continent and content to live in a small corner of the world..."

Once he finished speaking, he gathered his thoughts and carefully recounted the Xiao Family's years of rise and decline, hardship and turbulence.

After recounting their past difficulties, Xiao Ling shifted the subject slightly, his tone gaining a measure of certainty.

"Although the Xiao Family once fell to rock bottom, when I was young, the strongest among the clan chief and elders was no more than a Da Dou Shi. But after I returned to