Feng Yin said, "So now, do you still want those thirty-six... hmm?"
The Golden Emperor nodded emphatically, "Of course I still want them!"
Feng Yin: "...!!!"
Turns out I've been wasting my breath all this time!
"Master, please consider—those are my direct bloodline!"
The Golden Emperor rarely bared his heart, "I do hope for the betterment of the snake clan, yet I am not so noble as to entrust the snake clan's future rulers to others from the start. If my direct descendants could inherit this glory, that would indeed be the future I most desire!"
Feng Yin understood that while the Snake Emperor wanted the snake clan to grow stronger, he was even less keen on seeing his great legacy fall into the hands of those little snakes with whom he shared little blood relation.
Over four hundred snake offspring were proclaimed geniuses, but they were not of his direct bloodline.
