Yao Chen thought Xiao Lin was exaggerating his grandson's talent, but the part about rebuilding his body still stirred his heart.
After all, who would choose death if they could live?
Besides, before he was expelled from the Yao Clan, he had sworn an oath.
One day, he would see his parents' names carved upon the clan stele!
He had yet to fulfill that oath. How could he die now?
And there were so many women who had cared for him whom he had let down...
Yet at the thought of Han Feng, Yao Lao's brow furrowed deeply.
He had misjudged a disciple once before. He refused to make that mistake a second time!
"Xiao Lin, since you insist, could you give me some time to think? And if possible, could I meet this grandson of yours who, er, has the Posture of a Dou Emperor?"
After a long silence, Yao Chen finally gave his answer.
Still, when he mentioned that supposed Posture of a Dou Emperor, a trace of embarrassment crossed his face.
He could not understand how Xiao Lin could make such a claim about his own grandson with a straight face.
Years later, when Xiao Yan truly became a Dou Emperor, Yao Lao would recall this conversation with Xiao Lin. He would sigh with feeling—and admire Xiao Lin's eye for talent!
But that was a story for another day.
For now, he still thought Xiao Lin was blowing hot air.
After all, the last Dou Emperor had been Tou She Ancient God, ten thousand years ago.
Yao Chen could not say he entirely disbelieved that someone might become a Dou Emperor in this era. But he certainly did not think it would be the grandson standing behind Xiao Lin's grand claim!
So, tempted by the prospect of