This time, the two elders accompanying Yao Ling were far stronger than those from last time.
One of them in particular wore an alchemist's robe, his hands tucked into his sleeves and his eyes half-closed. Occasionally, a sharp glint flashed through them.
This elder was a highly senior elder of the Yao Clan, named Yao Wan Gui.
Within the Yao Clan, Yao Wan Gui oversaw punishments. He held immense authority, and a single word from him could determine the life or death of a clansman!
His cultivation had reached the Four-star Dou Sheng level. Back then, Old Yao had been expelled from the Yao Clan entirely because of Yao Wan Gui.
The appearance of Yao Wan Gui's group in the sky naturally drew many gazes. The Yao Clan was a rather unusual Ancient Race. Seventy to eighty percent of its members were alchemists, and every one of them possessed considerable talent in alchemy. Thus, alchemy flourished within the Yao Clan's territory. If Ancient Races did not rarely reveal themselves in the Central Plains, the Pill Tower's reputation would likely have suffered a major blow because of them.
After all, in some respects, the Yao Clan's inheritance was more complete. Compared to the somewhat semi-public Pill Tower, there was a considerable gap in every regard.
However, the Yao Clan's rules were strict. Only members of the clan could learn their alchemy techniques. If outsiders learned them, they would inevitably invite a fatal disaster. This also limited the Yao Clan's development, but there was nothing to be done about it. Ancient Races always held a certain arrogance toward ordinary people.
In midair, Yao Wan Gui and the other two slowly swept their gazes across the surroundings before stopping on the three people from the Hall of Souls some distance away. Their brows