Ling Tianyu held a cup of tea, standing outside the main hall, looking at the sky outside; it was already dusk.
"What are you thinking about?" Xi Lan came out and handed a peeled orange to his little junior brother, while taking the teacup.
Ling Tianyu ate a piece of orange and said, "Nothing really."
"Once there are no more troubles, we can step back and pass it on to the next generation." Xi Lan smiled.
Ling Tianyu wished for that too. He wanted to hand his son an empire without significant dangers, at least dealing with these powerful pinnacle adversaries, leaving just some trivial matters.
"The ancestor was the first generation, the master grand was the second, the master was the third, we are the fourth, and the fifth is your son." Xi Lan said, "I'll say, your son should carry the torch for the fifth generation."
"Let him bear it." Ling Tianyu smiled lightly and said, "Let's try to clear some obstacles for him."
