"You... you..." Ao Qing was at a loss for words, stammering without making any sense, clearly in utter shock.
"Are you wondering how I came to know about this matter? Is that it?" Xue An said casually.
Ao Qing didn't speak, but her expression said it all.
Xue An stood up and walked to the window of the tea pavilion. Outside the window were the massive tombs, as vast as mountains, where the past Bai Kings were buried.
Looking up at these tombs, Xue An said slowly, "If I'm not mistaken, the so-called Holy Land's origin is actually formed by the bloodlines of these past Bai Kings, isn't it? After their death, their bloodlines and power didn't dissipate, but instead returned here to become the Holy Land of the Dragon Clan!"
Ao Qing was at a loss for words, as was the Great Elder, who turned visibly pale.
For this was the Dragon Clan's most closely guarded secret.
Now it was all revealed by Xue An in just one sentence; how could they not be appalled?
