Xin Huo falls on his shoulder and said in a solemn tone, "Get your head right, young man! It's the spirit of a Heavenly Monarch, you need at least a thousand years of hard works to achieve the same effect as acquiring the spirit of a Heavenly Monarch! Furthermore, not to mention that you might not even able to do it within a thousand years of time!"
Zhong Yue shook his head, "Xin Huo, I'm very clear of myself and the decision I made. This is the path I have decided to walk on, not the path people granted it to me. I chose it myself and I will see it to the end of this path. But my intelligent is limited, I need the Heavenly Monarch to give me some advice!"
Xin Huo sighed, he stopped persuading the Zhong Shan Clan young man.
"The Fuxi, our most common name always consist of the word, 'Yi', do you know why, my young descendant?", Haoyi asked, his voice was trembling in power.
"Yi?"
