"Sword intent, go away and stay out of this!"
Li Fan was at a loss for words; this situation was too outrageous. No wonder many of the disciples from the cultivation families were teenagers around fifteen or sixteen years old, and moreover, those in the outer sect were not particularly keen on worshipping the moon. It was all about continuing the bloodline...
He glanced at the several grieving widows of Chen Daotong, who were crying like rain, and it seemed that indeed, two of them were already pregnant. This was the legacy of a cultivation family...
"Uncles, rest assured, I, Xuan Bao, will help look after Brother Daotong's bloodline," Yuan Xuanbao offered his comfort to the family members.
Li Fan also felt helpless, but thought it didn't really matter; they would grow up eventually, as long as they were careful not to advance their cultivation too quickly.
