After all, most commoners occasionally become displaced, and after a long time, their family records are lost, leaving them no choice but to accept it as such.
Only those that could be called "noble families" retained fairly complete genealogies and heritages, with ancestors clearly and distinctly recorded.
"Tiangang, heard you were fighting demons in Northern Yan, how many did you kill?"
A light chuckle transmitted through the air.
Li Tiangang looked up and saw it was his third uncle Li Xuanyin.
His heroic spirit was still in the prime of youth, around thirty years old, handsome and as splendid as jade.
Li Tiangang's gaze fluctuated slightly, as when he was younger, his third uncle was his favorite, but regrettably, his uncle died young.
The generation of his father was six brothers, yet three had died in battle, leaving only the second uncle, the fifth uncle, and the fourth uncle, who had been away for many years.
Both his father and sixth uncle had passed away.
