"What exactly is your relationship with Hun Tiandi?!"
Staring at the breathtakingly beautiful girl, Yao Xian's body trembled violently as he cried out in a near-voiceless shout.
"Hun Tiandi?"
Yao Yang's expression changed drastically. He froze on the spot, and even his aura faintly became unstable.
Realizing his lapse, he quickly came back to his senses and snapped in a lowered voice, "Old fossil, what nonsense are you spouting?!"
As a Saint of the Yao Clan and Yao Dan's younger brother, Yao Yang had once held an exceptionally important position within the clan.
Because of this, having long since seen Hun Tiandi's portrait, he could practically conclude that the girl before him bore absolutely no resemblance to him!
Yet faced with Yao Yang's questioning, the old man gave no response. His eyes remained fixed upon the girl's deep, starry pupils, filled with shock and terror.
"It can't be wrong. It can't be wrong..." he muttered, as though possessed.
Seeing that Yao Xian still did not answer, Yao Yang's expression shifted. He turned his head and said coldly, "Brat of the Soul Clan, never mind who you are. You trespassed into my Yao Clan's burial ground. Do you really think the Heavenly Tomb belongs solely to your Soul Clan?!"
"Ha."
A scornful laugh suddenly sounded from the shadows behind the girl.
"You truly are an old relic from a backward age. Since we dared to enter your Yao Clan's burial ground, how could we possibly fear a mere threat from you?"
"There's more than one of them?"
Yao Yang's gaze narrowed as he looked toward the source of the voice. Sure enough, a handsome young man in a long robe, with a face as refined as jade, stood calmly behind the blue-haired girl.
The Heavenly Tomb was extraordinarily dangerous, and its