The four remained silent simultaneously, unsure of what to say.
"If he were brainwashed by the Guardian to slay demons and guard the Dao, that would be one thing. But that's not the case."
Bai Jing chuckled, seemingly feeling the chill; he habitually tucked his hands into his sleeves, saying lightly: "The current family is built by a few sons. The eldest son's branch is still the direct descendants."
"You all think my memory was wiped by the eldest, which is why I've been staying here; but you don't understand my true intentions, do you?"
Bai Jing kept his hands tucked, chuckling lightly: "I just want to firmly remember."
Yan Nan frowned: "Remember what?! Lao Ba, that's your descendants, your bloodline! Your eldest son is already dead, what do you still want to remember?"
Bai Jing smiled: "Fifth Brother, what I want to remember is exactly this, remembering firmly that they are my descendants, my bloodline."
