Xiao Dingtian raised his hand, stopping Xiao Chifeng from continuing. "Achi, no need to say more, I deeply understand your and your Grandfather's decision. If it were up to me, I would do the same. Our individual gains and losses are trivial. The safety and stability of the Empire is what counts most."
"If the Cataclysm Hall Master foretold for in ten years is real, then you must take charge in order to maintain control. Someone like me, without a cultivation base, would be unable to fight against them."
Seeing Xiao Dingtian calm and devoid of repression or anger, Xiao Chifeng figured his father must sincerely think this way.
Knowing his father could take it this well, Xiao Chifeng sighed in relief.
Truthfully, he had initially resisted stepping into this role.
As a cultivator, he was accustomed to spending his days training and dealing with fights and disputes.
