"From the time of the ancestors, what has the Xiao Family been bearing?" Xiao Zhenfeng stood up, taking a step forward, placing a hand on top of Xiao Lin's head. "What are we guarding? How are you going to uphold destiny this way?"
There was no intention of reproach, no emotion, the hand on his head felt heavy, and Xiao Lin seemed as oppressed as a stone, desperately seeking escape from a destiny he couldn't flee from.
"I wish I were like those siblings, dying in the laboratory."
The answer to Xiao Lin came from his father's palm, with a stinging pain on his face. "Even if you say such irresponsible words, I still firmly believe you are the sole heir of the Xiao Family."
"Why?"
Why? Xiao Zhenfeng asked himself too, among his legitimate offspring were no lack of capable individuals, Xiao Lin was not the best, but he felt this person could do it, and could do better than him.
"Flame Swallow, activate the gate."
