Legend of Dragon Son-in-law-Chapter 1310 Norbert Yarrow’s Secret

"Arrogant!"

Staring at the slowly disappearing shadow of the helicopter in the sky, Ellison Yarrow struggled for a long time and could only utter these two words.

He had lived nearly a hundred years!

It was the first time he felt such suffocation!

It was damn suffocating!

The grand Sect Leader of the Cangshan Sect, under everyone’s watchful eyes, was asked to commit suicide with a condescending attitude.

There was even a time limit!

It was absurd!

"Norbert Yarrow, why did you stop me!" Ellison Yarrow turned around and grabbed Norbert Yarrow’s collar: "If you hadn’t stopped me, I would have slashed that woman with my Longsword!"

He was not joking.

The Cangshan Sect valued its reputation.

The Sect Leader of the Cangshan Sect was even more responsible for the sect.

This sword strike would have been just and reasonable.

Killing someone was nothing, the Cangshan Sect had destroyed countless other sects with their own hands.

Not to mention just a mere envoy.

"Brother, let’s talk privately!" Norbert Yarrow looked worried and whispered, "It’s not suitable to make a scene."

"Let’s go to the main hall!"

Ellison Yarrow hesitated for a moment, then forcefully sheathed his Longsword: "Wait here!"

He couldn’t understand why the brave and invincible Norbert Yarrow seemed somewhat afraid.

It was totally illogical.

After arriving in the main hall, Ellison Yarrow sat on the Sect Leader’s wooden chair and picked up a cup of tea.

His rage was burning, and it almost made his throat smoke.

The tea was very hot.

Because there was an early meeting, the Cangshan disciples had just brewed it.

"Ptui!"

Crash!

Ellison Yarrow slammed the teapot and the teacup to the ground, biting his tongue lightly.

"It burned me to death!"

His mind was uneasy, and it was inevitable to be impetuous in his actions.

"Speak!"

He slammed the table fiercely, still unable to shake off his previous emotions.

"Brother, have you ever heard of the Imperial Vein?"

Norbert Yarrow sat on another wooden chair, asking quietly.

"I’ve heard! Under Pendleton, there are Seven Veins, and the Imperial Vein is one of them!" Ellison Yarrow snorted lightly, his face showing disdain: "Even if it’s Pendleton, what right do they have to contend with my Cangshan? And their subordinate Seven Veins are even less qualified!"

After speaking, he clenched his fist tightly and said fiercely, "I will immediately draft a letter of challenge and demand Pendleton to send the head of that arrogant envoy! Otherwise, don’t blame Cangshan for being rude!"

In Ellison Yarrow’s view, what capabilities could an organization, similar to mice, have?

Pendleton itself was not qualified to compete with Cangshan, let alone the subordinate Seven Veins!

"You must not!" Norbert Yarrow wiped off the cold sweat on his forehead and hurriedly spoke up to dissuade, "This matter should wait until the old ancestor comes out to discuss."

"How could the trivial Pendleton be worth bothering the old ancestor?" Ellison Yarrow’s expression was displeased: "Younger brother, why do you always boost the morale of others and destroy your own prestige?"

"Brother! Let me explain!"

Norbert Yarrow clenched his fists and pounded them on his knees.

"Pendleton does have Seven Veins, that’s true. But what you don’t know is that the Imperial Vein is very special among them! When Pendleton was established, the Imperial Vein had immense power, even the so-called Alliance Hierarch of Pendleton had to submit to the Imperial Vein."

He swallowed nervously, his voice somewhat fearful, "If it were not for the Imperial Vein choosing to stay out of worldly affairs later, there wouldn’t have been anything for the Alliance Hierarch. But for hundreds of years, the Imperial Vein has been maintaining its troops, and its strength has far surpassed the past! Offending Pendleton is not scary, but offending the Imperial Vein, that’s a true disaster approaching!"

"How do you know this?"

Ellison Yarrow’s heart sank.

He hadn’t expected the Imperial Vein to be stronger than Pendleton.

But so what?

Cangshan was one of the top sects!

Why should they be afraid?

"As you know, my ancestors were from the Gate of Heaven and Earth." Norbert Yarrow recalled the past, his face bitter.

"Yes, I heard you mention this matter before. But it has passed, and the Gate of Heaven and Earth has long become history. Now, Shu Mountain is your home," Ellison Yarrow comforted, saying: "I remember, it was three hundred years ago, wasn’t it? Shu Mountain has granted you the Yarrow surname, and you are now the second elder within the sect, with a prominent identity. Forget about the past."

Gate of Heaven and Earth!

In the early years, it was a top sect!

Its history of inheritance was much longer than that of Shu Mountain.

But more than three hundred years ago, for some unknown reason, it disappeared overnight.

At that time, it caused a huge sensation!

In the end, it concluded unresolved.

Becoming a century-old mystery.

"Do you know why the Gate of Heaven and Earth was wiped out back then?"

Norbert Yarrow looked directly into Ellison Yarrow’s eyes, slightly reddened.

"I once asked you about this matter. But you said our ancestors died with the secret, unknowing," Ellison Yarrow curiously said: "Could there be more to it?"

"Of course!" Norbert Yarrow offered a wry smile.

He took a deep breath, feeling as if his body lacked strength.

"My ancestor, back then, was a protector elder of the Gate of Heaven and Earth. When the sect was thriving, Shu Mountain was always suppressed."

"That’s indeed true." As the Sect Leader of Shu Mountain, Ellison Yarrow did not avoid admitting.

The Gate of Heaven and Earth was truly powerful!

A thousand-year inheritance, with countless experts!

Back then, Shu Mountain thought about being on equal footing with the Gate of Heaven and Earth, but truly, the strength was not sufficient.

Including those unparalleled old ancestors of Shu Mountain, facing the top experts of the Gate of Heaven and Earth, they also were incapable.

"More than four hundred years ago, an elder of the Gate of Heaven and Earth inadvertently offended a little girl," Norbert Yarrow raised his hand slightly gesturing: "Just so big, a child about six or seven years old."

"And then? Just a little girl, whose wealthy family’s daughter was she?" Ellison Yarrow grew more confused as he listened.

Isn’t this about the royal lineage?

Why first talk about the Gate of Heaven and Earth, then a little girl?

"That little girl, was the daughter of the Vein Holder of the royal lineage at that time," Norbert Yarrow said calmly: "You know the outcome. The royal lineage directly sent a large army to force the elder-level members of the Gate of Heaven and Earth to commit suicide. Those unparalleled experts were forced to flee to Boulevard Mountain for refuge. Those who remained, all died."

"And you..."

Ellison Yarrow said in surprise, "Your ancestor..."

"What my ancestor did, I will tell you in the future," Norbert Yarrow stood up, sighed, "Sect Leader, the royal lineage is really like a plague, best not provoked."

"Was the Gate of Heaven and Earth really wiped out by the royal lineage?" Ellison Yarrow couldn’t believe it!

A grand top sect, with a cloud of top experts inside!

Just the royal lineage, what capabilities could they have?

"Absolutely true!" Norbert Yarrow helplessly walked up to Ellison Yarrow, "Brother, please consider carefully."

With that, he turned and left the hall.

Leaving Ellison Yarrow alone, sitting in the wooden chair, dazed.

"Gate of Heaven and Earth, royal lineage..." Ellison Yarrow’s expression was grave, he did not believe that the Gate of Heaven and Earth was destroyed by the royal lineage.

But Norbert Yarrow’s background was absolutely true.

"What exactly happened!"

Bang!

He punched the chair, falling into deep thought.

After leaving the hall, Norbert Yarrow did not join together with the elders of Shu Mountain.

He walked through a narrow path and returned to his own room.

Pulling back the blanket, he took out a Longsword.

The sharp Longsword!

On the sword, there were traces of long-dried blood.

Back then, how Norbert Yarrow’s ancestor survived, was precisely because of this Longsword!

Now, three hundred years later.

The cycle of Heavenly Dao.

Slashing sound!

Norbert Yarrow drew the sword, a resolute look flashing across his face.

Then, he sheathed the Longsword and sat cross-legged on the ground.

Preparing to bathe and change clothes.