"Indeed, who could have thought that of the First Emperor's bloodline, only they remain now," the old man said, a touch of despondency in his voice.
Bound by the vows once made by Qi Cultivators that none but the descendants of the Ying clan may claim kingship, even though the world has fallen into such disarray, Qi Cultivators could not alter the will of Heaven. This made many disheartened, hiding in the mountains, disengaged from worldly affairs.
The two, heavy with thoughts, set off towards the Capital City. At that moment, the old man suddenly widened his eyes, staring intently at the sky not far away, and urgently said, "Ah Niu, stop for a moment."
At these words, Ah Niu reined in his steed—a process that was smoother than silk, a testament to his skill.
"Master, what is it?" Ah Niu turned back to look at the old man, only to discover that the usually composed man appeared exceptionally agitated at this moment.
