Zhao Fu looked at the black crystal peacock. The aura it gave off felt even closer to him than that of the Heirloom Seal of the Realm. After all, he had reforged it himself and fused it with his own blood; naturally, it was more intimately connected to him.
As for the Heirloom Seal of the Realm, Zhao Fu suddenly thought: Why not refine it into Great Qin's Fate Clan Artifact as well? Then the Heirloom Seal of the Realm would no longer belong to Huaxia, but to Great Qin. Would that not mean Great Qin possessed two Fate Clan Artifacts?
The moment Zhao Fu had that thought, the Heirloom Seal of the Realm immediately sensed it. It trembled slightly, seeming frightened.
If he refined the Heirloom Seal of the Realm, Great Qin would completely separate itself—not merely in appearance, but even its fate would become independent. Zhao Fu could not help falling into deep thought.
After a while, Zhao Fu ultimately abandoned the idea. His roots lay in Great Qin, while Great Qin's roots lay in Huaxia. Great Qin had originally been part of Huaxia's history; whether in culture or bloodline, they both belonged to Huaxia. Besides, the Heirloom Seal of the Realm had long since been under his control.
Moreover, he had only come this far under the protection of Huaxia's fate. After pondering for a while, Zhao Fu gave up on separating from it.
Now that Great Qin had become a clan of its own, it had also gained certain bloodline bonuses. Though they were not particularly obvious, they would surely have some effect.
The matter of refining the Fate Clan Artifact ended there. Seeing that it was already late at night and that everyone looked exhausted, Zhao Fu knew this refinement had consumed much of their