Yao Chen Returns to the Clan

At the peak of the Yao Clan Divine Mountain, clouds and mist swirled. A strange pill fragrance spread out, leaving people refreshed, as if they had stepped into an immortal realm.

At the summit, outside the majestic Clan Hall, vast swaths of medicinal herbs gathered like an ocean. Above this sea of herbs, an enormous Clan Tablet Plaza hung suspended in midair.

At the four corners of the plaza stood four massive Medicine Cauldrons, each releasing streams of pill fragrance that rose like pillars of smoke straight into the clouds.

By now, quite a few figures had gathered on this huge floating platform. Cups clinked, voices rose in lively conversation, and the place was exceptionally bustling.

Looking toward the north side of the stone platform, rows of stone chairs stood side by side. On both sides of these chairs, beautiful maids moved like butterflies, their nimble hands filling every jade cup on the stone tables.

"Pavilion Master Yao Chen, this way, please—"

With those words, Yao Chen was escorted by two elders to the Clan Tablet Plaza and was about to take his seat.

The flow of people around the stone platform was growing larger and larger. Later on, all kinds of noise shot straight into the clouds, the buzzing waves of sound shaking even the clouds in the sky apart. It made him instinctively turn his head to look.

As the sound waves spread, the peal of a bell suddenly rang through the sky. Immediately, the many members of the Yao Clan quickly stood, and respectful voices spread out in a grand wave.

"Respectfully welcoming the clan leader."

Amid that mighty welcoming cry, clouds churned in the sky, then actually split open on their own. An old man with white hair and a white robe, accompanied by a young