Dai Yueheng lowered his gaze. The suppression stemming from his bloodline had begun to take effect, making it impossible for him to look directly at the Evil Eye Holy King. He didn't notice the impatience on the other's face.
He did his best to stay calm, but the excitement in his eyes was impossible to hide.
This was the Evil Eye Holy King!
A true god!
In the past ten thousand years, there had been no word of the Evil Eye Holy King descending upon a successor of the White Tiger bloodline.
It had chosen him. Did that mean he was the chosen one? That he would become the first god in ten thousand years?
Dai Yueheng was so excited that his blood surged. He nearly fainted from the windfall that had fallen out of the sky.
But then, a sudden thought struck him, and doubt arose in his heart. Why had it chosen him in particular? Neither his father nor his younger brother had less talent than he did. They might even be more talented.
Dai Yueheng asked as soon as the thought occurred to him. "Why me?"
The Evil Eye Holy King gave an unhappy snort. His authoritative voice brooked no refusal. "Do I need to explain myself to you?"
Dai Yueheng couldn't help swallowing. "No... That's not what I meant... I..."
Just one sentence had made the usually arrogant and conceited Dai Yueheng feel awe for the first time. He didn't dare ask any more, even though he wouldn't have felt this way even when facing his father.
Dai Yueheng asked in a small voice, "What should I do?"
"It's simple. Relax your mind and accept the inheritance of my power."
The Evil Eye Holy King rose and walked toward Dai Yueheng. It gently touched his forehead