Breaking the Flame

"Hey, hey, hey, hey, Wan'er, wait, wait, wait!"

When Xiao Yan was forcefully pinned down by Yao Wan, his mind inevitably went completely blank.

He had only just escaped the danger of death and regained consciousness. Being asked to accept such a sudden demand—whether others could accept it or not, Xiao Yan himself truly could not.

His mind had not even fully caught up yet. How was he supposed to accept it?

"Stop dragging your feet."

How could Yao Wan be willing to listen to Xiao Yan say anything more? A dangerous gleam flickered in her beautiful pale-golden eyes as she said, "Hurry up."

"Th-that sort of thing... shouldn't we wait until after we become Dou Saints? What about your own Divine Grade Bloodline, Wan'er?"

"I don't want it anymore."

"You don't want it anymore?"

Xiao Yan's eyes widened. The moment Yao Wan's words fell, he could practically picture the devastated expressions the Yao Clan elders would wear if they heard her.

Xiao Yan drew a slight breath, and even his breathing could not help but stall for a moment.

Perhaps because even to him, Wan'er's words were simply too shocking.

As a descendant of the ancient Eight Clans, she wanted to give up her Divine Grade Bloodline?

Xiao Yan did not even dare think of such a thing. The ancient Eight Clans possessed the powerful bloodlines left behind by the eight former Dou Dis, something ordinary people could only dream of obtaining—yet Wan'er discarded it like a worn-out shoe...

How could either the outside world or the Yao Clan itself permit such a thing to happen?

Thus, without even thinking, Xiao Yan refused. "What will happen to Wan'er if you lose your Divine Grade Bloodline?"

"Even without a Divine Grade Bloodline, I'm still me. I can still reach the