Ancient Saint City, in the eastern region of the Central Plains, bustled with people at its gates. This was already Ancient Clan territory.
From time to time, several terrifying experts with astonishing auras passed by, yet strangely, not a single one of them dared to fly above the city.
In the distant sky, a silver object sped along at the speed of light, arriving at the city gates in mere moments.
Several Dou Wang guards were about to step forward and question it, but before they could speak, three people emerged from within.
Leading them was a burly man. A single cold snort from him sent ripples through the surrounding space.
Realizing that formidable figures had arrived, the Dou Wangs did not dare step forward. They immediately notified the highest-ranking commander guarding the gates.
A broad, muscular man descended from the city wall and respectfully said, "It seems honored guests have arrived. Forgive us for failing to welcome you from afar!"
Today was an important day. Perhaps many people in Ancient Saint City did not know it, but this commander was a true member of the Ancient Clan.
The Tian Tomb was about to open, and people from many of the continent's top powers and Ancient Clans would be arriving.
Although the Ancient Clan was openly acknowledged as the continent's number one power, if their guests were not properly received, it was not a responsibility that a mere Dou Zong commander like him could bear.
"Gu Yunfeng greets this senior. May I ask where you have come from?"
Xiao Chen answered with two indifferent words.
"Xiao Clan!"
"Xiao... Xiao Clan?"
Gu Yunfeng remembered that the higher-ups had apparently mentioned today that the long-disappeared Xiao Clan, which seemed to have been completely wiped out, would also be sending people to attend