"Ye Xuan, my brother, you may not know this. Although my family's old ancestor is already one hundred and eighty-six years old, before Xiahou Zhenkong was born, she was a secret of the Xiahou Family, unknown to the world. At that time, only my father, the old Family Head of the Xiahou Family, knew of her existence."
Xiahou Zhenshan sighed deeply, his face full of a bitter smile.
Ye Xuan was taken aback by these words: "How can this be?"
"As I mentioned to you before, my family's old ancestor actually has no relationship with the Xiahou Family. She became the guardian god of the Xiahou Family over a hundred years ago."
Xiahou Zhenshan looked up at the sky, with a half-smile: "That year, the old ancestor was only eighty-nine years old, in her prime after three cycles of reincarnation.
