Before everyone's eyes, Elder Tong Xuan suddenly dropped to his knees with a thud, without the slightest warning. Even his old face slammed into the ground, producing an exceptionally loud sound.
Bang!
The shock caused by a Half-Saint kneeling was naturally beyond imagination. Even Hun Miesheng could not help raising his brows, his expression strange.
As far as he knew, Elder Tong Xuan had maintained his dignified and respected image for a thousand years. Even many Ancient Clan experts whose cultivation had later surpassed his had admired his manner and principles.
Yet after this kneel today, the reputation he had accumulated over a millennium was likely about to fall completely to the bottom.
"Elder Tong Xuan?"
Gu Qingyang was clearly startled. At this moment, even with his excellent composure, a trace of anger surfaced as he shouted coldly, "This is our Ancient Clan's coming-of-age ceremony. How can you kneel to another?!"
"This Saint... This Saint..."
Tong Xuan's pupils were unfocused. His entire body was drenched in cold sweat, as though he had been dragged from the water. It was as if he had seen some indescribable terror, and he stared fixedly at the parchment scroll, unable to utter a word.
Seeing this, even Mang Tianchi, who should have been the most gleeful, sensed that something was amiss and narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Could it be that this old fellow once met the Soul Clan Leader?"
He looked at the parchment in Xiao Yan's hand, and a trace of apprehension unconsciously surfaced in his eyes as well.
To be honest, he had already gone numb.
Whether it was the Xiao Yan before him or Hun Ruoruo seated high among the honored guests, the shock these two had brought to the Eight Clans had at one point even exceeded the intention behind