Ancient Saint City, within the city.
After passing through the city gates, Xiao Yan followed Mo Yu into this city steeped in ancient grandeur.
The Ancient Saint City was naturally at its liveliest now. The streets were packed with people, and though the buildings looked aged, there was not the slightest trace of decay. Instead, they had only grown more vibrant with time.
Anyone qualified to appear in this city, even the lowliest servant, was not to be underestimated.
This was the foundation the Ancient Clan took pride in.
"The Ancient Clan truly cuts an imposing figure."
Xiao Yan looked at the ancient buildings before him, his eyes faintly dazed, as though an inexplicable sense of familiarity had washed over him.
Mo Yu chuckled. "Young Master may not know this, but the Ancient Saint City has quite an extraordinary origin."
"What do you mean?" Xiao Yan glanced sideways at him.
"According to Hall Master, a thousand years ago, this place was not called the 'Ancient Saint City,' but the 'Emperor Xiao City.'" Mo Yu narrowed his aged eyes and murmured softly.
"Emperor Xiao City?"
Hearing that majestic name, Xiao Yan's pupils abruptly shrank. He blurted out instinctively, "You mean?!"
"Heh heh!" Mo Yu laughed darkly. "This land was never the territory of the Ancient Clan. It was where the Xiao Clan had shown its sincerity and agreed to forge an alliance between the two clans!"
Xiao Yan's brows immediately furrowed deeply.
Though he had long accepted the Xiao Clan's downfall, he had never imagined that even the city used to seal the alliance between the two clans had been remade by the Ancient Clan into its own territory!
Thoughts raced through his mind as Xiao Yan's gaze flickered. He said quietly, "Tell me in detail."
Mo Yu immediately understood and