Xiao Xuan!

Led by the Blood Saber Saint, Ning Luo made his way almost unimpeded to the deepest part of the Heavenly Tomb. On that desolate plain, he once again saw the ancient gravestone he had encountered years ago. "Little brother, I'll take my leave first."

Still a thousand zhang away from the gravestone, the Blood Saber Saint no longer dared to advance. After speaking to Ning Luo, he slowly backed away with his body bent low, his face filled with profound reverence from beginning to end.

Ning Luo gazed at the distant gravestone and could not help feeling moved. This ancestor of the Xiao Clan truly had been an unrivaled hero. Not only had he dominated his era while alive, but even now, with only a remnant soul left, he could still be called a formidable specter. No wonder even someone as powerful as Gu Yuan wore a look of admiration whenever this elder's great name was mentioned.

Just as Ning Luo's voice fell, a faint laugh sounded beside his ear. He raised his head and saw a figure leaning against the gravestone. His long black hair draped over his shoulders, giving him an especially carefree air. The gentle smile on his face was as refreshing as a spring breeze. This figure was naturally Xiao Xuan, whom Ning Luo had met years ago!

"A mid-stage six-star Dou Saint, a soul at the Great Perfection of the Heavenly Realm, and several Heavenly Flames, including the Purifying Demonic Lotus Flame..."

Xiao Xuan's deep, starry eyes swept over Ning Luo. With that single glance, he saw through Ning Luo inside and out. Then he smiled faintly, nodded slowly, and said, "Little fellow, you've done very well."

If Xiao Chen had been present to hear Xiao Xuan's assessment, he would likely have been dumbfounded. Back