"Xiao Yu, place your hand on the stone stele."
Lu Yunxiao reminded her.
Hearing this, Xiao Yu nodded, extended her palm, and lightly touched the stone stele.
At once, a sensation of shared blood spread from within the stele. A ring of radiance expanded from it, enveloping the three of them.
Finally, when the light faded, the three figures had completely vanished...
The radiance filling their vision gradually dissipated, revealing an ancient hall before them.
At the center of the hall ahead stood Xiao Xuan with his hands behind his back. Before him was a pool of crystal-clear water, with green lotus flowers floating upon it and exuding a faint fragrance.
When he saw the three of them enter, his eyes—calm as ancient wells, yet seeming to conceal endless years—turned toward them.
"Can you tell me what the Xiao Clan is like now?"
Xiao Xuan sighed softly and asked.
Xiao Yu hesitated for a moment and glanced at Lu Yunxiao beside her. Only after seeing him nod did she take a light breath and say, "Ancestor, there is actually no Xiao Clan anymore."
"There is only the Xiao Clan of Wu Tan City."
Xiao Yu organized her thoughts and recounted everything that had happened to the Xiao Clan over the years.
"Now, I am the strongest person in the Xiao Clan. As for everyone else, the strongest among them is only a Dou Wang."
Xiao Yu gave a bitter smile.
The current Xiao Clan had only a sparse handful of people left.
Other than her, only her grandfather had forcefully risen to the Dou Wang realm with the resources bestowed by Cloud Gate.
As for the others, they simply were not worth mentioning.
Even she herself had only reached her current level thanks to Lu Yunxiao's extensive nurturing.
Otherwise,