"Qilin! How can you say such a thing that cuts off your own lineage?!"
"I'm just... speaking the truth. We both know, if Wuyou's health continues like this, being able to last for a decade or so would already be a blessing."
"...I named him Wuyou, wishing that he would live without worries, to have a peaceful life... Is this small hope something even heaven won't grant me?"
Standing at the doorway, Xuanyuan Wuyou heard his mother's sobs and his father's heavy sighs, and his eyes immediately dimmed.
Could it be that the Xuanyuan Family is truly going to be buried because of him?
"Stop crying. No matter how his health is, he won't live past twenty-seven. This is predestined."
"I don't believe in fate! There must be a way to make Wuyou live!"
