Reduced to a Young Hero's

Half an hour later.

Though he was extremely displeased, Xiao Yan ultimately did not force Hun Ruoruo and instead began refining the Heavenly Flames on his own.

Xiao Yan was not someone who failed to understand reason.

Back when he had spoken with Hun Tiandi, he had already realized the importance of Bloodline Power. Even if Hun Ruoruo did not care, he was ultimately unwilling to do anything that would harm her.

Still, reason was reason. Being able to see it but not eat it—no matter how much Xiao Yan restrained himself, it was hard not to feel some resentment.

He had been a virgin for two whole lifetimes!

Xiao Yan swore that he had never been as irritable as he was now. He even wanted to immediately charge into the Eight Clans and turn those self-righteous clans upside down.

Unfortunately, his strength was still insufficient. To avoid things getting out of hand, Xiao Yan could only endure for now.

"Ancient Clan."

Recalling the conversation between Xun'er and Elder Lin, a chill flashed through Xiao Yan's eyes.

For some reason, he always felt that Xun'er's concealment from him was inevitably tied to the long-declined ancient Xiao Clan.

"Fight for the slot that belongs to me. Could it be that the Ancient Clan seized the slot that once belonged to the Xiao Clan?" Xiao Yan pondered.

With that thought, Xiao Yan shook his messy head and gradually turned his gaze toward the tiny dragon-shaped flame before him.

He raised a hand and drew the flame into his body, then slowly closed his eyes, his expression cold and solemn.

"Whatever the reason, it seems I will have to make a trip to the Ancient Clan."

Strength.

It had always been the thing he needed most urgently.

"Hah, looks like this method really