Even If the Ancestor Were Alive, the Xiao Clan Would Still Answer to Me!

"Huh?"

At those words, the tense atmosphere was abruptly shattered once more.

Hun Li, Hun Ya, Hun Yu, and even Mo Yu were left dumbfounded. They asked stiffly, "Why do you say that, Young Master?"

Everyone knew that the alliance between the Ancient Clan and the Xiao Clan had endured for a thousand years. Not only was the Soul Clan, who understood them best, fully aware of it—even members of the other Eight Clans knew it well.

Yet such a matter of common knowledge was being questioned by Xiao Yan, a bona fide descendant of the Xiao Clan. It was truly enough to make one's jaw drop.

"As for this so-called Heavenly Tomb quota, given the Xiao Clan's current foundations, it truly is impossible for us to lay claim to it. Even if the Ancient Clan occupied it, that would be understandable both emotionally and logically."

Xiao Yan lowered his gaze slightly, dim light flickering within his ink-black eyes. "But the one thing I cannot understand is this: why should my fallen Xiao Family still be dragged into the conflict between the Soul Clan and the Ancient Clan?!"

He could accept losing to the Soul Clan because they were weaker.

Even if Ancestor were still alive, if he learned that his descendants were willing to admit defeat, he surely would not utter a single word of reproach.

Defeat was defeat. If one refused to admit it, then one had already lost the spirit to turn defeat into victory.

Xiao Yan could accept the Xiao Clan's decline, their journey to the northwest, and a tiger fallen onto the plains. As someone who had personally gone from Wutan City's genius youth to the Xiao Family's worthless Young Master, no one understood better than he did just how merciless and cruel the rules