Arkfaire made no abnormal movements. He merely nodded and said, “My ancestors were indeed from a demonkin branch. Back then, the demonkin clans were much more segregated and each faction worshipped different powers. My ancestors were defeated in the holy war and forced to the neutral lands. The place was welcoming to a mixture of many races, but to our ancestors, the environment wasn’t even fit for survival. In the end, they found the only land they could and decided to settle down, completing the Thunderfrost Temple only centuries later. After looking at these sculptures, you probably understand that our bodies and souls have undergone great changes. At this point, no one would guess we were once demonkin if I didn’t mention it.”

“Dark races… you guys aren’t considered a dark race, either, right?”

“Indeed.” Arkfaire’s expression was filled with melancholy and helplessness.

The frost power of the Thunderfrost Temple was situated between daybreak and Evernight, so they were no longer of the dark race by traditional definition. However, the demonkin were the favorite children of the world and known as the sons of darkness. Not only did Arkfaire’s clan lose their original origin power attribute, but their bloodlines were also no longer pure. One could only imagine the taste of comparing themselves to their former glory.

Arkfaire escaped his sentiments very quickly. He looked deeply at Qianye, saying, “Actually, my sister’s talents are greater than mine. She’s currently weaker than me only because I inherited the power of the Thunderfrost Temple. This power...