At this moment, Xuanyuan Qing, the Clan Leader of the Xuanyuan Clan, walked in. Seeing the state of his son, he frowned and approached.
"Xuanyuan Chen, do you plan to stay in this state of decadence forever? Xuanyuan Hong's strength has already broken through again. If you continue like this, you'll never surpass him and reclaim the Xuanyuan Sword!"
Xuanyuan Qing looked at Xuanyuan Chen and scolded coldly.
"In my current state, do I still have a chance to reclaim the Xuanyuan Sword?"
Xuanyuan Chen looked at his father with a self-mocking smile.
"Opportunities are for those who strive; they don't just fall from the sky. You are my son, Xuanyuan Qing's son, the Young Clan Leader of the Xuanyuan Clan. You must pull yourself together. I will give you a chance, and it depends on whether you can seize it."
Xuanyuan Qing said in a deep voice.
"Really? Do I still have a chance to reclaim the Xuanyuan Sword?"
