"Sort of. I learned some inheritance, but unfortunately, I met a beast tide. I had to use some things I shouldn't have, and now... I'm just taking it day by day," said Wang Zijia carefree.
"Why don't you return to Kyoto, Your Highness? Seek out the ancestors of the Royal Family. Maybe this isn't the end, there might be another way out," queried the elder with concern.
"Heh, if there was another way, would I need you to remind me?" Wang Zijia responded, his manner seemed desolate.
"Besides, I vowed never to return after I became a waste of a dragon and left Kyoto in disgrace."
"Even if I die out here, that is my, Li Sheng Hong's, choice. Nobody else is to blame!"
The elder's lips moved, but it took him a moment before he responded, "Don't be resentful of the clan, Ninth Highness. The ancestors did what they did out of necessity. Without someone wielding the Dragon Vein, our Daqian will never be a match for the Flying Immortals and the Wanyu."
