The Tendril Emperor now has a new understanding of Ling Muyao, a young man originally poised for greatness, born with a silver spoon in his mouth. His existing status and future wealth make him a formidable presence.
It seems this training served him well.
"I hope his courage matches his abilities," Ling Tianyu said, accepting the lineage could lead to soaring ascension or unfortunate descent into the depths.
Destiny dictates life and death.
"Husband, do you really plan to let our son take on the Qianyu Lineage?" Duan Yanran, despite having confidence in their son, was concerned. Integrating a new bloodline into another could result in chaos, and ultimately reversal and devastation.
"I know what you're worrying about," Ling Tianyu assured his wife, "Don't worry. The path is his choice. If he wants to forge his own path, let him walk it. Encountering swords and fire ahead is inevitable."
"What if..."
