Yin Meng couldn't help but sigh inwardly: so this is the world of geniuses, what a sight.
If she could always maintain this feeling, then she could master any skill quickly in the future, right?
Zhao Yi seemed to sense what was in Yin Meng's heart and comforted her:
"Whatever you gain, you must lose something too. You have your ancestors to rely on, which already surpasses many people. Look at how tough my life is, and also your Brother Xiao Yuan, his life isn't easy either."
"Thank you."
"When this is over, when you make offerings to your ancestors, please say a few nice words for me."
"I have no right to influence my ancestors' decisions, really, I'm not that influential, I can't help you with the whole clan..."
"Actually, it doesn't need to be the whole clan exempted. If the Great Emperor could give my Zhao family the Book of Life and Death, I'd be happy to sketch it myself, letting the old ones who should go, go sooner."
