Han Yan gave a bitter smile. The words of the Holy Master might be unclear to others, but she and Ye Lanfeng understood them completely. Her identity and her bloodline were the key for the Holy Master to obtain the inheritance.
So it wasn't just Ye Lanfeng who knew her secret, the Holy Master had known all along.
"Also, you said it wrong earlier. I'm doing this, not to unify the Holy Continent, nor for some supreme hegemony. I do this only to ensure the continent's peace and for the countless living beings." The Holy Master raised his head, speaking solemnly.
"All you need is my bloodline, let them go." Han Yan looked at Zhuang Ping'an and the others beside her, whose faces were ashen, and sighed.
If it were anyone else, they might still have the heart to rebel, but in front of the Holy Master, they not only didn't resist, they even forgot their anger, leaving only despair.
