The Medicine Clan Has Not Forgotten Me

Medicine Clan?

Yao Ri Tian?

At the center of the plaza, Yao Lao's expression jolted. Countless complex emotions surged up from the depths of his soul as he looked at me. He recalled scene after scene from his time in the Medicine Clan, as well as the humiliating moment when he had been falsely accused and expelled from the clan.

"The Medicine Clan... hasn't forgotten me?"

Yao Lao's voice was hoarse. If he had possessed a physical body, his nose would probably have been aching now, and he would have wanted to cry. It was the truest emotion of a wanderer who had been away from home for decades, suddenly receiving concern and feeling the warmth of "home."

No matter how much injustice he had suffered, no matter how long he had stayed in the Central Plains, no matter how great the glory he had achieved there, Yao Lao had never truly forgotten the Medicine Clan. He had always held expectations for it, wanting to return to the Medicine Clan that had raised him.

And now, after being imprisoned by the Hall of Dead Souls for four full years in those sunless days of darkness, with no hope and no future in sight, the Medicine Clan had come. Like golden morning rays shining from the eastern horizon, they tore through the night and brought him light!

Look, look at Yao Ri Tian. His cultivation was only that of a Four Star Dou Zong, yet before the Hall of Dead Souls Master, a Venerable, he showed no weakness at all. With his head held high and chest thrust out, he pointed at the man's nose and shouted rebukes!

"Good, good, good! This is what a young prodigy of my Medicine Clan should be like! He is completely different from those spoiled