Although this area was reserved for distinguished guests, there were still plenty of seats, and aside from the first few rows, there were no assigned places. Anyone could sit wherever they wished.
Xun Er softly introduced some of the situation to Xiao Yan. "That old man just now was Gu Shan. He holds real power within the clan, and he is also among those most firmly opposed to us."
Xiao Yan nodded and silently committed the name to memory. He had never been broad-minded; otherwise, he would not have spent three years working to settle matters with Nalan Yanran.
It was simply that there were many things he did not wish to dwell on. But preventing him from being with Xun Er was not one of them.
Xiao Heng swept his gaze across the venue. More and more people were entering, including members of the Lei Clan, the Huo Clan, and the other Eight Ancient Clans.
Naturally, quite a few people who had come to the Ancient Clan from the Central Continent with them were also present. However, Xiao Heng knew almost none of them. He merely nodded slightly toward Huo Xuan, Lei Feng, and the others, which counted as greeting everyone he knew.
Just as everyone waited for the gathering to begin, a rather sharp gaze shot directly toward them—or, more precisely, toward Xiao Yan, followed by Xiao Heng.
There had been plenty of people looking at Xiao Yan and Xiao Heng, and neither of them cared much. But this was the first gaze so nakedly filled with intense killing intent.
Xiao Heng turned and saw a young man with black-and-white mixed hair. His appearance was ordinary, his bearing was ordinary, and his clothes were ordinary. Of course, perhaps Xiao Heng simply disliked the man and had casually put