The Xiao Clan of Old, the Soul Clan of Today!

After emerging from the Void Lightning Pool, Xiao Yan and the others wore different expressions, but without realizing it, the distance between them had vanished.

During this period, not only had Hun Yu, who had served as Xiao Yan's sparring partner, gained a thorough understanding of him—even Hun Li and Hun Ya had come to fully recognize this young Prince Consort.

Setting aside his background, whether in talent or temperament, he was very likely superior even to Hun Feng back then. If there was anyone in the entire Soul Clan who could suppress him, it could only be Miss.

Seen this way, it was only natural that Hun Ruoruo had taken a liking to him.

They understood clearly that the Soul Clan lacked neither wealth nor powerful experts. They had never needed to deliberately curry favor with any faction, and the very notion of marriage alliances was foolish and outdated to the extreme.

In other words, the Soul Clan had no need for fair-weather allies.

So long as Miss liked him, that alone was enough.

What was more—

For Clan Leader to acknowledge him, this man who had clawed his way up step by step from the fallen Xiao Clan was certainly nowhere near as simple as he appeared.

Hun Yu glanced at the black-haired youth ahead of him, and rare traces of emotion surfaced in his heart.

As one of the victors from a thousand years ago, he did not care in the slightest about so-called racial grudges. The love and hatred between those old fossils had nothing to do with him whatsoever, so he did not actually dislike Xiao Yan at all.

But compared to that, Xiao Yan's ability to let go of such enmity was all the more remarkable.

Perhaps this temperament and breadth of mind were