Ancient Bell Shakes the Sky Wrath

Yao Wan's words once again left Yao Ming rather stunned at the side.

Whether it was her giving up the chance to enter the Yellow Springs Stone Tablet herself and handing the opportunity to someone else, or the words she had spoken, all of it faintly moved Yao Ming.

It truly was astonishing. This Yao Clan Young Miss was indeed one of the most unusual people he had seen to date.

After all, how could someone with the courage to say that her future might not be inferior to the Yellow Springs Demon Saint be any ordinary, simple figure?

Xiao Yan, who did not notice Yao Ming's expression, seemed to have already guessed that Yao Wan would say this. He merely nodded silently, then turned around and fixed his gaze on the enormous Yellow Springs Stone Tablet.

"Mm—"

Xiao Yan inclined his head, then took a step forward and said, "Since that is the case, I will handle it, Clan Leader Yao Ming."

As he spoke, Xiao Yan could not help raising his head to look at the enormous stone tablet. Many strange runes were engraved on its surface, with faint, unusual light flickering within them. On the tablet, a huge finger and a palm print half a zhang deep had been carved. Some strange information spread from within them. Presumably, these were the so-called cultivation methods for the Yellow Springs Finger and Yellow Springs Palm.

Yao Ming first bowed solemnly before the stone tablet, then slowly stepped back. His gaze turned toward Xiao Yan as he said, "Since that is so, we will be relying entirely on you, Young Master."

Xiao Yan nodded in silence, his gaze grave as he looked toward the stone tablet. From it, he sensed an extremely powerful soul pressure.

Just a wisp of remnant