At this moment, Elder Yao's expression became somewhat complicated.
Ever since leaving that clan all those years ago, he had never returned.
But now, he had no choice but to go back once more.
His only lingering wish was the promise he had made to his parents before they passed away: that he would cultivate diligently and have their names carved upon the clan's Ancestral Clan Monument.
The Ancestral Clan Monument was a merit stele of the Yao Clan. Only those who had achieved great accomplishments within the clan could leave their names upon it.
It was like having a separate page in the clan genealogy—a mark of honor.
Every member of the Yao Clan regarded it as a lifelong goal, and Elder Yao had been no exception back then.
What was more, after wandering the continent alone for many years, he had finally achieved something.
If one did not return home in glory, would that not be like walking through the night in splendid robes?
The return of a king might be cliché, but it was satisfying all the same.
At that thought, Elder Yao slowly tightened his grip around the teacup.
People were strange. Sometimes, the things they sought were truly simple.
No matter how strong someone became, it seemed they could never entirely escape such sentiments.
Seeing Elder Yao's complicated expression, Wei Yang and Xiao Yan exchanged glances.
Xiao Yan smiled faintly. "Teacher, when the time comes, you can do as you please with the Ancestral Clan Monument. Leave everything else to us."
Wei Yang nodded as well. "That's right. Rest assured, Teacher. This time, even if we have to use force to suppress them, I doubt the Yao Clan can stop us. At worst, we'll beat them all up from top to bottom."
Hearing those words