This was Yang Xiao's first impression as he stared at the scale, a chill coursing down his spine. He simply couldn't imagine what sort of monstrous creature these lunatics of the Earl Mansion had bred.
Further examination revealed rusty chains under the bedding at the four corners of the bed. From the remains on the chains, it seemed that the Ancestor had been locked up here until not long ago. Yang Xiao couldn't decide if he should fear it or pity it when he pictured someone being locked up completely alone in such a vast and deep attic for hundreds of years.
Perhaps the Ancestor had already transcended the category of "human", having ground away all human emotions. Putting himself in the Ancestor's shoes, after more than a hundred years, everything would have changed; the grand aspirations to restore the nation and the ambition to rule the world should have been let go long ago. He would rather die than live a lingering life like the Ancestor.
