Just as Xiao Yan and Yao Wan were pondering this, Xiao Di patted Xiao Yan's shoulder again, drawing his puzzled gaze.
"Don't pay it too much mind. We've long gotten used to him being like this anyway, and he won't pose any threat to you."
As he spoke, Xiao Di turned his gaze to Yao Wan. "Though it's an extremely dangerous divine ability, if used properly, it should still be able to display extraordinary power."
"Just think of it as a very sharp blade. Use it carefully."
"Mm... then thank you, Senior Soul Emperor."
Yao Wan paused. She understood that this divine ability was bound to be immensely powerful, making it a rather good trump card for her.
Seeing Yao Wan's sincere thanks, the Soul Emperor did not offer any more sarcastic remarks. He merely nodded silently.
Though she was the great enemy who had exterminated his descendants, what did those descendants have to do with him?
They were merely strangers who had inherited a trace of his bloodline.
Inheritance was something that required emotion to sustain. Even the Dou Di Bloodline could be diluted by the passage of countless years, let alone his own clan?
Even the Tunling Clan could be chosen as allies... He acknowledged that kind of resolve to stop at nothing in pursuit of one's goals, but that did not stop him from thinking those useless, unfilial descendants had died well.
After wandering outside for so many years, even someone as cold as ice could not help but begin to miss his former homeland. Sentimentality was simply the product of chaotic emotions accumulating over time. Even he was no exception.
Those useless fools who could neither achieve their goals nor uphold their old aspirations, trapped neither above nor below, did not deserve to be his descendants.