"Whoosh!"
With a wave of my hand, the second black Jade Slip Ling Shui had left behind flew into my grasp. Intricate Cloud Patterns were carved upon it. It felt icy and heavy in my hand, as though it carried the Ancient Clan's own weighty mystery and lofty supremacy.
"Heh, they make even an invitation this troublesome. Are the Ancient Clan planning to throw their weight around even before Dou Sheng experts?"
Before such a colossal force as the Ancient Eight Clans, even the Dou Sheng experts of the Central Plains likely held them in awe. After all, the Ancient Eight Clans were descendants of Dou Di, and since ancient times, they had represented power and mystery—beings not to be offended!
But I did not care. I casually flipped the two Jade Slips back and forth between my hands, making Mu Qingluan's heart leap into her throat. She still held the Ancient Eight Clans in great reverence and feared that I might accidentally drop the Jade Slips. That would be troublesome.
"Senior Brother Ye, are you going to the Ancient Clan's Coming-of-Age Ceremony?"
"Of course I am. They've delivered invitations right to our door—and two of them at that. Why wouldn't we go?"
I grinned. The Ancient Clan, the only powerful family among the Ancient Eight Clans capable of standing shoulder to shoulder with the Soul Clan—I had long been eager to see them. But until now, I had never had the opportunity to deal with them, nor had my own strength or status been sufficient.
But now, I commanded the Great Love Alliance. I possessed enough strength to exchange a few moves with a Dou Sheng expert, and I had decisively crushed a powerful offensive from the Hall of Souls. I could not say the Ancient Clan would now