The cultivators below nodded again and again, their eyes burning hot. After all these years of drifting from place to place and hiding everywhere, they had long since had enough.
"It's just, Ancestor..." The white-robed man named Zicong suddenly spoke with some hesitation.
"What?" The gray-robed old man turned his head, a sharp gleam flashing in his eyes.
When his gaze met the old man's, the white-robed man, though at the Nascent Soul Late Stage, could not help breaking out in a cold sweat. He hurriedly lowered his head. "Ancestor, forgive me. This disciple merely has some doubts. In Xuanyuan City, is there truly... truly that sort of thing?"
"Hmph. This old man has already said that I obtained this news from the ancient records left by the Luo Clan's forebears. It was only that the wording was vague and incomplete, and this old man had to expend tremendous effort before deciphering it. I originally found clues a hundred years ago, but for fear there might be errors, I secretly verified them for a long time. It is absolutely foolproof." The gray-robed old man spoke calmly, no anger on his face. This matter concerned the rise or fall, honor or disgrace of the Luo Clan; it was normal for the younger generation to have such worries.
Hearing the ancestor give such a certain answer, the Luo Clan elders all showed joy on their faces and were just about to say something when a man dressed like a steward suddenly barged into the cave residence.
"Ancestor, t-this is bad."
"Laifu, why are you panicking? If there is something, speak slowly." The gray-robed old man frowned slightly. As a Lihe Realm cultivator, his bearing was no small thing; he had already reached the point where Mount Tai could collapse before him without