Xiao Family, Patriarch's Residence.
"So, that's what happened."
After explaining the entire sequence of events in one breath, Hun Ruoruo lightly stroked her chest and calmly said, "To ensure the Xiao Family's safety, I ask that you and your clan relocate to the Heavenly Tomb in the Soul Realm. My Soul Clan can guarantee that we will never interfere with your clan in any way."
She turned to the middle-aged man, who looked as though he had been listening to a heavenly scripture, and softly asked, "Uncle Xiao, what do you think?"
Hearing this, Xiao Zhan, who had still been somewhat muddled, finally came back to his senses and hurriedly asked, "Ruoruo—no, Miss Ruoruo, this Uncle's ears aren't working too well. Could you repeat what you just said?"
Hun Ruoruo smiled and complied, repeating, "This is not merely the Soul Clan's opinion. It is an order personally issued by your clan's ancestor, Senior Xiao Xuan."
Xiao Zhan repeatedly waved his hands. "No, no, not that sentence. The one before it, the one before that!"
Hun Ruoruo gradually frowned. "Uh... do you mean that the Xiao Clan and the Soul Clan once shared a blood feud?"
"What blood feud?" Xiao Zhan suddenly pulled a stern face. "This Uncle has led the Xiao Family for decades and flipped through the genealogy countless times. How come I never knew that our Xiao Family had a blood feud with the Soul Clan?"
"Then what do you mean?"
"Ah, girl, the part about your relationship with Yan'er! This uncle only needs to hear that one!"
Xiao Zhan nervously rubbed his hands together. His usually dignified and kindly face now showed a rare hint of awkwardness, faintly resembling Xiao Yan and Xiao Li by seven or eight parts.
"..."
Hun Ruoruo fell silent.
After a long