"I'm not the one who saved you."
Huo Zhi and the four from the Lightning Clan clearly knew each other. She shifted slightly aside and revealed me. "The one who saved you was him."
Lei Suifeng looked astonished. "Someone from the Xiao Clan?!"
The Xiao Clan had declined for thousands of years and could practically be considered extinct. Yet now, not only had one appeared again, but he was also so powerful. They, proud members of the Lightning Clan, had actually needed to be saved by him.
Lei Suifeng's expression changed several times. In the end, he stepped forward and cupped his fists. "I am Lei Suifeng of the Lightning Clan. Thank you, Brother Xiao, for saving my life. I will not forget this debt!"
"You're too courteous, Brother Lei."
I smiled faintly. It had taken little effort—just a bit of soul power spent pointing them in the right direction—and I had earned a favor from the Lightning Clan. Not a bad deal.
"Also, my surname isn't Xiao. My name is Nalan Ye!"
Lei Suifeng froze, looking somewhat awkward.
Huo Zhi warily surveyed their surroundings. Although her soul power was suppressed, the mist around them had already begun displaying visible disturbances.
"We still haven't left the range of the Mist Storm. We should leave quickly and head for the center of the Heavenly Tomb!"
I nodded. With the four newcomers from the Lightning Clan, their group now numbered eleven. They set off once more, with me leading the way.
Lei Suifeng followed behind me. After twisting and turning for a while, he began to feel that something was off and could not help asking, "Brother Nalan, has the Mist Storm's range become this vast? Do we really need to take such a huge detour to reach the center of the