"Alright," he said, retracting his gaze, and the eyes of the white-haired man sparkled. "Just give it five years, regardless of success or failure, I will make him a descendant of the Ye Family."
"Old man, it's time to use me."
The Taoist furrowed his brows, smiling as he said, "I only said I'm willing to take him on as a disciple. Did I ever say I would help you groom him to be an heir?"
The white-haired elder squinted his eyes and patted the Taoist's shoulder: "Forty years ago when you didn't become the Clan Leader, you mentioned you wouldn't take on the role. You should let everyone know, your inheritance could be the Ye Family's patriarch."
There was a hint of nostalgia in his eyes. The Taoist chuckled and shook his head. He waved his hand: "It's alright, but you cannot fight. You have yours, Ye Zhi. When it shines bright for a hundred years, a hundred years later, Feng Sheng should make Ye shine for a thousand years!"
