"Your Void Clan's ancestral precepts are quite interesting."
After hearing Xing Yun's explanation, Ye Lin reluctantly gave him a fair assessment.
"They are pretty interesting, yeah, but there's nothing to be done about it."
Xing Yun scratched his head to himself.
The Void Clan's bloodline was special. They simply could not produce offspring with other races.
They could only pair up within their own clan, but it was difficult—extremely difficult.
There was no such thing as inbreeding in the cultivation world. Don't argue with me; anyone who does gets beaten to death and hung up for a whipping.
From the ancient era until now, after who knew how many years of effort by the Void Clan, they had only barely amassed a little over two hundred clansmen.
Who could possibly know the hardships behind it all?
"Tch. Boring."
At that moment, Hong Batian and Liu Bai also emerged with their hands clasped behind their backs.
"You're not going either?"
Ye Lin looked at Hong Batian.
"Why would I go? It's obviously a trap."
"They're forced into it because of their high positions, but both my parents are Primordial Unity Golden Immortals. What the hell am I afraid of? Who would dare take my place? I'm my parents' only son. They only have one son—though I do have a few sisters."
Hearing Hong Batian's words, Ye Lin was thoroughly convinced.
The sole heir of two Primordial Unity Golden Immortals—the weight of that status went without saying.
Who in the Phoenix Clan would dare replace Hong Batian?
And Hong Batian himself was capable too.
This made Ye Lin think of another possibility: if Hong Batian had truly agreed to go, they probably would not have wanted any of the three of them.
If they set Hong Batian up to be killed, wouldn't