"Back then..." The old man Shi Houde, whose clothes were full of patches, spoke up, looking despondent and bitter, unable to find the words.
"What happened back then?!" Shi Hao asked urgently, desperately wanting to know. All along, he had been labeled as a Descendant of Sinful Blood, and he felt indignant and defiant.
He firmly believed that the ancestors of the Shi Clan had not committed any great wrongs and were unjustly accused; on the contrary, they had achieved significant feats!
Because, back in the day when he pursued the ominous and the strange, he had once boarded that blood-stained Black Ancient Ship and personally witnessed the Seven Kings guarding the Wilderness Frontier, fighting to the bitter end, and even saw a king fall because of it!
"Stop asking, our ancestors might have truly been at fault. As descendants, it's as if we're repaying this debt." The old man Shi Houde sighed and shook his head.
