Zi Yan: Unsteady Steps, Dull Eyes, Pale Face-Did You Sell Yourself?

"What are you talking about?" Inside the Sacred Fire City Lord's Manor, Xuan Ji fell silent for a moment before looking at Xiao Yan strangely.

"Uh, nothing." Xiao Yan's expression stiffened slightly. He awkwardly scratched his head, wondering why he had said that. Had he been affected by something unclean? Or had someone led him astray?

"Your surname is Xiao?" Xuan Ji asked.

"Uh, yes." Xiao Yan nodded, somewhat unsure what Xuan Ji wanted.

"One of the Ancient Eight Clans, the Xiao Clan?" Xuan Ji continued.

"Well..." Xiao Yan hesitated, but ultimately said, "Maybe? I'm not really sure."

After all, Xiao Yan had yet to come into contact with anything related to the Xiao Clan, so he was not entirely certain that he was truly from the Xiao Clan.

What if—just what if—he had been adopted? Or what if his biological father was someone else?

Xiao Zhan: ???

Thus, with so many uncertainties, Xiao Yan could not be a hundred percent sure that the current Xiao Family was the Xiao Clan. And even if the Xiao Family possessed Xiao Clan blood, could everyone in it really be descended from the Xiao Clan? What if—just what if—one of his ancestors had been cuckolded? What then??

"..." Fine. Xiao Yan felt as though his brain was about to break. He was actually having such bizarre thoughts.

"Not sure?" Xuan Ji froze, looking doubtfully at Xiao Yan, who was still awkwardly scratching his head. His eyes shifted slightly before he nodded. "That makes sense. If there was a break in the lineage, then it may indeed be impossible to confirm."

"But it doesn't matter. Take a drop of your blood essence, and we can see whether you are a descendant of the Xiao Clan." Xuan Ji took a transparent vessel from his robes,