"Father! You're awake!"
Seeing his father awaken, Xiao Heng hurriedly rose and stepped forward.
"Xiao Heng, where is this?" Xiao Family Head frowned slightly as he surveyed the surroundings.
Just as Xiao Heng was about to speak, the middle-aged man floating above with his legs crossed opened his eyes and descended.
His gaze moved between Xiao Family Head and Xiao Heng, and both frowned warily.
For quite a while, none of the three spoke.
The middle-aged man stroked his beard and nodded.
Xiao Heng bowed respectfully. "Thank you, Senior, for saving my father and me. May I ask who you are?"
Xiao Family Head knew nothing of what had happened. He had been unconscious and on the verge of death when white light enveloped him and brought him here. After that, he had entered a state of treatment and only just recovered consciousness.
The middle-aged man smiled faintly and said, "Xiao Yuan."
"Xiao Yuan? The surname Xiao?" Xiao Heng frowned in thought.
However, upon hearing that name, Xiao Family Head trembled. He immediately widened his eyes and stared at the middle-aged man.
"You... you are... you are the Ancestor?"
Descendants like Xiao Heng might not know, but as the head of the Xiao Clan, that name had long lingered in his heart.
The master of the Xiao Family Ancestor's tomb they had guarded was none other than Xiao Yuan.
"Ancestor?" Xiao Heng glanced at Xiao Yuan, who appeared even younger than his own father, confusion rising in his heart.
Coming back to his senses, Xiao Family Head hurriedly bowed deeply to Xiao Yuan. "The current Xiao Family Head, Xiao Hu, pays respects to Old Ancestor!"
Xiao Yuan nodded with a smile.
Seeing Xiao Heng staring at Xiao Yuan without the slightest decorum, Xiao Hu hurriedly scolded him. "Xiao Heng, what