His parents had died when he was very young.
Other than his aunt and uncle, he had little contact with his relatives.
So, he didn't have much attachment to familial bonds.
Now, his aunt and uncle had insufficient talent for cultivation, so their lifespans were naturally limited.
Eight hundred years had passed.
His aunt and uncle were long gone.
Among the relatives they left behind, only his nephew, who had initially learned martial arts alongside him, was still alive.
He could no longer find many relatives with whom he had any real connection.
In Wang Xiao's eyes, the remaining blood relatives were no different from strangers on the street.
'Eight hundred years is but the blink of an eye for me, yet for an ordinary person, it's an eternity.'
'This is the power of time!'
Wang Xiao took a step and soon arrived inside the World Martial Arts Hall.
Even after eight hundred years, the World Martial Arts Hall remained much as it had back then, without any major changes.
