Leaving the space for Xiao Yan and Xiao Xuan to argue, Xiao Jin led Xun Er a little farther away.
The space where Xiao Xuan's Tomb Mansion was located was actually not as grand as the Small Worlds usually opened up by Dou Saints.
But that was understandable. After all, when Xiao Xuan had been sent here, not even his soul had remained intact—only a battered fragment was left. Opening up a space comparable to a Small World would have been extremely difficult.
Even if he had truly been able to do it, Xiao Xuan would not have wasted energy on something so useless.
Thus, even though the two of them had moved as far away as possible, they could still hear the sound of the argument from time to time.
Xiao Xuan was a proud man. If the price of his resurrection was cutting off the path of advancement for the younger generation of the Xiao Tribe, he would rather give up on resurrecting.
Xiao Yan was just as proud. He relied neither on bloodline nor background, but purely on his own efforts, along with Xiao Jin's tiny bit of help, to achieve what he had today step by step. Naturally, he did not care about the Dou Emperor Bloodline.
Just as he had been in the Ancient Clan, he had come from a grassroots background and an abandoned clan, yet had he not still beaten the Ancient Clan's prodigies until they cried out in agony?
In fact, in Xiao Jin's view, Xiao Yan did not urgently need the Xiao Tribe Bloodline right now. It could even be said that he had no need for the so-called Xiao Tribe Bloodline at all.
In the original story, when Xiao Yan absorbed the Xiao Tribe Bloodline within the Heavenly Tomb, it