The old man had no particular aspirations left now. Since attaining the Dao was already a vain hope, his sole remaining wish was to nurture someone who could ensure his lineage's survival.
Most of the previous generation's children had been mediocre, with few pillars of talent among them. Their minds were not nimble either. After observing them secretly for a long time, Tai Fuwei had abandoned any thought of nurturing them.
Only when Tai Pei'er's generation grew up did the old man see hope. He had originally favored her elder brother, but gradually discovered that Tai Pei'er possessed considerable hidden talents and exceptionally fortunate opportunities. Only then had he changed his mind.
The Tai could no longer withstand upheaval. As long as the succession proceeded steadily, the Tai would not perish while they had someone with divine powers. If that could be achieved, Tai Fuwei would die content.
"I understand."
There was no defying the ancestor's authority. Tai Pei'er spoke with a pout.
Listening from the side, Jiang Yang also fell into thought. He cupped his hands and said:
"This junior has learned from your guidance."
"Merely one man's opinion. Take it for what it is, young friend."
Tai Fuwei smiled, took a small sip of tea, and turned to the matter at hand:
"There is something else I must entrust to you concerning this border war, young friend."
Jiang Yang raised his brows at this and said:
"Please speak, True Person."
"It is nothing major. No need to be nervous."
Tai Fuwei said softly:
"If members of the Tai happen to be assigned under the High Sect's command, please show them mercy and offer them some protection."
"It is not that we fear battle. The Tai can take to the battlefield too. We simply do not wish to throw