Xiao Xuan

Xiao Ming walked up to the grave, bowed to the tombstone, and said softly, "Descendant Xiao Ming pays respects to his ancestor."

"No need to bow, little fellow..."

The moment Xiao Ming's voice fell, a faintly amused voice sounded by his ear. He raised his head and saw a figure in green robes leaning against the tombstone. Black hair cascaded over his shoulders, giving him an exceptionally carefree air. The gentle smile on his face made one feel as though touched by a spring breeze.

Under the green-robed man's gaze, the bloodline within Xiao Ming's body seemed to circulate ever faster. It was a familiarity between bloodlines. He raised his head as well, and their pairs of pitch-black eyes met...

They stared at one another for a long while before a slight smile finally appeared on the green-robed man's face. The smile was not deep, yet it gave Xiao Ming a sense of intimacy, as though they were connected by blood.

"The Xiao Clan has finally sent someone. My years of waiting have not been in vain, and..."

Xiao Xuan paused. His eyes, as profound as a starry sky, swept over Xiao Ming. Then he smiled faintly and slowly nodded. "You are far more outstanding than I expected..."

If Xiao Chen had been here and heard Xiao Xuan's assessment, he would have wholeheartedly agreed. Back in the Xiao Clan of old, no one had ever received such praise from Xiao Xuan. Xiao Ming had clearly surpassed those predecessors.

"You flatter me, Ancestor."

Xiao Ming merely smiled as he looked at Xiao Xuan. The latter was not particularly imposing in stature, yet that slender figure seemed capable of holding back heaven and earth. Still, this was only a projection.

"Let us head into the Tomb Mansion first. Because of the Heaven