"The legacy in the Wei Family's bloodline dates back to the Pre-Qin Era. Back then, almost all members of the Wei Family were Great Shamans, dedicated to communing with heaven and earth and divining calamities."
As he spoke, Wei Jianjun coughed and lowered his head slightly. He glanced out the window again, then turned back to Xie De.
The unusual man was toying with a Smelling Salts Bottle, which gave off a crisp, sweet cedar scent. When Wei Jianjun fell silent, he lifted his eyes to him, his dark green gaze carrying a sharp chill. Then he lowered his eyes, and a smile returned to them.
"Go on."
Wei Jianjun suddenly had a feeling that this man might not be his older brother's friend at all. Perhaps he was a foreign agent, here specifically to pry information out of him.
He shut his mouth and fell quiet.
But then he thought about the state the Wei Family was in now. Their old legacy was almost entirely ruined, and there was nothing left worth exploiting. He breathed a sigh of relief.
Then he continued.
"I've heard rumors that a legacy flows through the Wei Family's bloodline. It comes from a pact our ancestors made with heaven and earth. Back then, there were countless ghosts in the world, so the Wei Family used their own bloodline as a prison to contain them."
"They say dragons are incarnations of heaven and earth, and that they watch over the powerful ghosts alongside the Wei Family."
"From ancient times until now, generation after generation of the Wei Family has come and gone, yet those powerful ghosts are still alive and well. Perhaps because of their influence, the Wei Family has grown increasingly unhinged, with each generation more obsessed with eternal life than the last."
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