Ancient Clan Enchantress and the Young Master of the Soul Clan

Though she had long harbored faint suspicions, when she truly heard the words "Ancient Clan Matriarch" from the other party, Xun'er's heart still trembled.

Mother.

This incomparably familiar yet incomparably unfamiliar title had been buried in her heart for a full twenty years.

Even when she had traveled far to the Xiao Family and left her homeland, Xun'er had more or less known Gu Yuan, who was likewise her closest kin.

Only her mother—despite awakening her bloodline and establishing the Ancient Assembly at any cost—had yielded not the slightest scrap of information.

Other than her name and identity, Xun'er had never even seen a portrait of her. She could only vaguely sense the overlap between her mother's appearance and her own from the occasional dazed look in her father's eyes.

Everything had vanished far too swiftly, and far too quietly—so quietly that it was almost bizarre.

As the Ancient Clan Matriarch and the former president of the Elder Council, there was not a single trace of information about her left within the clan. They did not even know how she had died.

Xun'er could not accept this no matter what.

Thus, Elder Lin's words had unintentionally rekindled a measure of hope within her.

"You know something about my mother?"

After an unknown amount of time, Xun'er asked softly.

The girl's voice was hoarse and dry, wholly devoid of its former liveliness, like a traveler lost in the desert.

"I know a little."

Seeing Xun'er's attitude, Elder Lin knew he could no longer conceal it. He simply nodded and sighed. "According to what those important figures said during their private discussions, your mother likely perished before the Xiao-Soul War a thousand years ago."

The Xiao-Soul War!

In an instant, Xun'er's pupils trembled. It was as though an invisible hand had fiercely