In the end, he really did keep it short.
"Simply put, that's about how it was."
After properly explaining the causes and consequences of this trip, Xiao Yan coughed softly, then said.
"I see."
After returning to the Xiao Clan, everyone nodded slightly, their gazes unconsciously falling on the person beside Yao Wan—the last surviving ancient Medicine Emperor, tens of thousands of years later.
"That truly is an unexpectedly strange turn of events."
Xiao Xuan could not help sighing instinctively. Of the eight Emperors of the past, only one remained. The glory of bygone days had vanished like smoke, and as their descendants, it was only natural that they would feel moved.
"It isn't just unexpected to you. To be honest, I'm rather surprised too."
The Medicine Emperor propped up her chin and looked in boredom at Xiao Xuan and Gu Yuan seated before her. A hint of emotion inevitably entered her tone as she said, "So descendants who inherited their ancestors' imperial titles have appeared now? Mm... Xiao Di and Ancient Emperor would probably be very happy."
"Many thanks, Senior."
Before this existence whose seniority was unknown how many generations above theirs, even with Xiao Xuan and Gu Yuan's age and status, they could only call her Senior.
"No need. Dregs like me should have been drowned in the ages, leaving no trace behind. Unfortunately, I had a somewhat capable descendant who dug me out of my grave."
"I'll take that as a compliment."
Yao Wan lowered her beautiful head, calmly took a sip of the tea at hand, and said.
"You make it sound as though I'm always criticizing you."
"Are you not?"
Faced with this brief exchange between progenitor and descendant, even Zi Yan, who had already witnessed it before, could not help lifting her eyes curiously.