In the Library Pavilion, the night breeze blew in through the window, swaying the candlelight. The dim light stretched the shadows of the two figures to an unusual length, twisting them like demons.
Under the shadow, the Huo Dragon King was expressionless, with no fluctuations in his eyes.
"Chief Officer, I hope my guess is wrong." Zhou Dao looked at the Huo Dragon King intently and spoke softly.
"The Huo Family has been a powerful clan since the founding of the dynasty, blessed with great merit from their allegiance to the Dragon, and has produced many experts throughout generations, earning them glory and honor..."
At this moment, the Huo Dragon King slowly walked to the desk and narrated the events of the past.
For a large family like the Huo Family that had been handed down through so many generations, if one were to trace their bloodline, there would be at least hundreds of thousands of members, both near and far.