The golden Qilin's inheritance was probably extremely long.
The past Qilin Lords were all shockingly talented people!
Braydon's thin lips moved slightly. "Your generation wants to reopen the Qilin ranking?"
"Yes, sir!"
Barrett Yearwood answered very frankly.
Braydon stood up with his hands behind his back. He looked at the moonlight outside the window. Unknowingly, the sky had already darkened.
"Why my generation?" He smiled.
"Because of you. Your appearance has given an old thing like me hope!"
Barrett said softly.
It was true!
Braydon's appearance gave many of the older generation hope.
The sudden appearance of the Northern King silenced all the foreign enemies.
Because who would dare to say that there was no one who was capable in Hansworth?
Who still dared to say that Hansworth's martial arts were declining!
Braydon carried the fate of the country and the hopes of many people.
