Xiao Yan is Different

Inside the Tianhe Alliance's reception room, Hai Bodong sat cross-legged on the sofa with a look of helplessness, turning to look at Zijing beside him.

"Zijing, tell your father later not to make the reception room so huge in the future. If this room were any smaller, they wouldn't even have room to make a scene."

"Ha."

Zijing's expression was awkward when Hai Bodong turned to look at Gu Qinghan on the other side.

"Qinghan, Xiao Yan still hasn't woken up?"

"When I returned from Starfall Pavilion yesterday, he was still unconscious. I don't know whether he's awake today."

Gu Qinghan also wore a headache-inducing expression. Before the three of them, several groups kept accusing and cursing one another, and the enormous reception hall had already become a complete mess.

"Hmph! What the hell are you Yao Clan good for besides refining pills all day? Asking your family to help refine a pill costs as much as digging up your ancestors' graves! Do you have any conscience at all?"

The Yan Clan was the first to curse at the Yao Clan. Before the Yao Clan could retort, the Thunder Clan mocked them first.

"Conscience? Heh! If I remember correctly, whenever Heavenly Flames appeared, wasn't your Yan Clan always the fiercest in snatching them? The Yao Clan people had been waiting there half a month in advance, and you drove them away. What right do you have to talk about conscience?"

"Get lost! Your Thunder Clan isn't any better!" Though the Thunder Clan was speaking up for the Yao Clan, the Yao Clan did not appreciate it in the slightest. "Our Yao Clan disciples have been bullied plenty by your Thunder Clan while traveling the continent. A bunch of crude brutes—how are you worthy of being called one of the Eight