Raising his head, Linley stared at his father, feeling extremely agitated. "Is the density of
dragonblood in my veins sufficient? Why has father stared at the Dragonblood Needle for so long?"
Linley had a bad premonition... "Sigh..." with an exhaled breath, Hogg placed the Dragonblood
Needle off to one side. Hearing his father's sigh, the nervous Linley knew that the density of
dragonblood in his veins clearly didn't reach the required level. His tears immediately began to
flow. "Linley, why are you crying? Don't cry, be good, don't cry." Hogg immediately hugged Linley.
Seeing Linley cry, Hogg felt sick at heart. After all, Linley was still just six and a half. He was
just a child. "I won't cry. Yeah. Won't cry." Linley sniffled twice, then forced himself to calm
down. "Father, I'm sorry. I've let you down." Hearing Linley's words, Hogg felt a warm feeling in
his heart. He couldn't help but hold Linley against his bosom. "Linley, don't feel bad. I actually
didn't raise my hopes too high. Over a thousand years and tens of generations, no one has become a
Dragonblood Warrior. It doesn't matter that you also failed. Father doesn't blame you." Feeling the
warmth of his father's chest, Linley's tightened chest gradually loosened. By this point, the two
year old Wharton had long since fallen asleep in Grandpa Hiri's arms. "Linley, at this point in
time, the Baruch family just consists of you, me, and your little brother. I don't have any
extravagant hopes. I've never dared to dream of becoming a Dragonblood Warrior." Hogg laughed at
himself satirically. How could becoming a Dragonblood Warrior be an easy task? Linley raised his
head, staring at his father. Linley rarely saw his father speak to him in such a manner. Normally,
his father was always very strict and unyielding. Staring at the rows of spirit tablets, Hogg's
eyes were filled with a dreary sadness. "My true goal is actually to recover the ancestral
heirloom of the Baruch clan, passed down across the generations." "Our ancestral heirloom? What's
that? Why have I never heard about it?" Linley asked curiously. Hogg proudly said, "Our ancestral
heirloom – the warblade, "Slaughterer". This was the weapon used by the very first leader of the
Baruch clan, the very first Dragonblood Warrior of the Yulan continent. Alas…his descendants were
unfilial. Six hundred years ago, because of poverty, a descendant who loved luxury actually sold
our ancestral weapon for money." As he spoke, Hogg was filled with so much fury that his body
actually trembled. Shaking his head helplessly, he said, "Afterwards, every single generation
tried to recover the warblade 'Slaughterer', but despite six hundred years of trying, none of us
have succeeded. After all, when we sold the warblade 'Slaughterer', it was for the price of
180,000 gold coins of gold. 180,000 gold coins of gold! We aren't able to produce such a vast sum,
but even if we were, the current owner wouldn't be willing to sell to us." The ancient clan of the
Dragonblood Warriors, actually had sold off its own ancestral heirloom. This was a humiliation!
The humiliation of the ancient clan of the Dragonblood Warriors! Every succeeding generation had
attempted to come up with ways to regain the warblade 'Slaughterer', but despite six hundred years
of trying, they had never succeeded. As the current clan leader, Hogg also had this desire, but the
clan's economic situation was in dire straits. 180,000 gold coins of gold? Even if they sold off
the manor and all their possessions, they might not be able to produce such a vast sum. The
ancestral heirloom was lost. This humiliation constantly weighed on Hogg's heart. He felt ashamed
and helpless, and unable to face his forefathers. Seeing the look on his father's face, Linley
consoled him, "Father, don't be unhappy! I promise that one day, I will recover our family's
heirloom and bring it back to this manor." "You?" Hogg chuckled. Eyes filled with love, he ruffled
Linley's hair. In his heart, Hogg secretly said, "Linley. Do you know, these words you just said...
all those years ago, I said these same words to your grandfather as well." Six hundred years of
efforts had all failed. How could it be easy to accomplish? After all, the person who had purchased
the warblade 'Slaughterer' couldn't be any ordinary person. Why would they be willing to sell? Even
if they were willing to sell, how could the decrepit Baruch clan afford the cost? "Father, you
don't believe me?" Raising his head, Linley looked at his father questioningly. "I believe you, I
believe you," Hogg laughed. Father and son held each other close. Only three members remained of
the ancient Dragonblood Clan in this era. When would this decaying clan be able to regain the glory
and honor it had in prior years? At this moment, lying against his father's chest, Linley's fists
were clenched tightly!