At this moment, the black-clad youth and the man in green robes stood facing each other from afar, both utterly fearless, their auras clashing head-on.
That needle-against-wheat-head atmosphere made even the two Soul Clan Saints swallow hard.
Daring to marry off the Young Master of the Soul Clan, even openly contradicting Xiao Xuan before everyone—such courage alone was enough to leave ordinary Dou Saints far behind.
Not to mention that he had also indirectly saved their lives.
With things having come to this, no matter how dissatisfied the two Saints were with this bastard brat who had stolen away the Young Master of their Soul Clan, they could only grit their teeth and swallow it.
In the sky, the man in green robes narrowed his deep eyes. His gaze lingered on the Blue-haired Girl for a long while before returning to Xiao Yan.
"..."
Xiao Yan remained silent, yet stubbornly refused to retreat even half a step.
He could clearly sense that beneath the other party's gaze, his bloodline seemed to have been awakened, circulating faster and faster. That feeling was undoubtedly the suppression of someone higher in rank.
One breath, two breaths...
Beads of sweat the size of beans gradually seeped from Xiao Yan's forehead. Just as the atmosphere grew ever more silent, a faint smile finally appeared on the green-robed man's face.
"Good boy."
Those brief words carried the vicissitudes of several thousand years of waiting.
His Xiao Clan was not fated to perish after all.
The green-robed man spoke softly, with a trace of gratification and a trace of relief. Xiao Yan's eyes immediately widened, and the excitement in his pupils could no longer be restrained.
"This unworthy descendant, Xiao Yan, thanks Ancestor!"
Without the slightest hesitation, Xiao Yan dropped to his knees before everyone and solemnly