"Otherwise, he should be able to tell me about the special situation of the Bloodline within me, and perhaps... help me resolve this issue."
Thinking of this, Yisen Gard couldn't help but turn his head to look at Ian.
Then, he was astonished to find that the white-haired prophet's expression was extremely unpleasant at this moment, and the usually calm Ian now clenched his fists, forcing himself to remain calm.
"Ian, what's wrong with you?"
Yisen Gard was aghast, and he hurriedly stepped forward to sense Ian's current condition. However, Ian, who came to his senses, sighed and pushed away Yisen Gard's hand: "It's nothing... I just... felt it."
He said with a bitter smile, "I felt the 'meanness' of myself. And I relied on this meanness to become who I am now.
Yisen Gard didn't immediately understand the meaning of this sentence, but Ian turned his head, continuing to gaze at the flowing phantasms of time.
"So that's it..."
