"Is Wang Yu of the ancient divine bloodline? Brother Xiao, is this true?" Cen Xian was visibly moved. Xiao Mu's words had clearly taken him by surprise, and he turned unconsciously to look at Wang Yu.
"I... I don't know, Uncle, am I really a descendant of the ancient Divine Beings?" Wang Yu stammered, his face nevertheless betraying unmistakable delight.
For him, a mere mortal, it was clearly a matter of pride to be of the ancient divine bloodline.
Cen Xian looked incredulously toward Xiao Mu.
"What? Brother Cen, do you suspect that I am lying?" Xiao Mu smiled and teased casually.
"How dare I! Brother Xiao, is Wang Yu truly a descendant of the ancient Divine Beings?" Cen Xian, still in disbelief, asked Xiao Mu for confirmation again.
Xiao Mu nodded, saying, "Unquestionably, except that Mr. Wang's divine bloodline is too dilute, almost imperceptible."
Wang Yu appeared somewhat disappointed upon hearing this.
