The old madman sighed, the coldness in his eyes turning into bitterness.
For him, passing on the main inheritance was the greatest event of his remaining life, and he spared no effort for it. Had it been any other inheritor, he would have taken action long ago, but Xie Tian was an exception.
Among the thirteen ancient species, Xie Tian was not the most talented, but he was the one he valued the most.
This value was not only limited to the success of passing on the main inheritance, but also a kind of emotional bond.
In just one year, Xie Tian's journey of struggle had opened a slight crack in the heart of a god of slaughter that had been sealed for thousands of years, from shock to admiration, from admiration to relief, and this relief was the deep care after hoping a child would become successful.
He called him Young Master, but in reality, he treated Xie Tian as his own grandson; otherwise, he would not have spent months sitting idle, just wanting to fish for Xie Tian.