"Ancestors?"
Zuo's abrupt words left Hanakaiin Huigo stunned.
It sounded strange, almost like an insult.
At that moment, the two Yin-Yang sorcerers behind Zuo dismounted.
"Hello. I am Hanakaiin Mingzhi, head of the Idoro Branch's eleventh generation of the Hanakaiin Clan."
The relatively young middle-aged man stepped forward and introduced himself to Hanakaiin Huigo.
The old man spoke next. "I am Elder Hanakaiin Zhefu."
"..."
Including Hanakaiin Huigo, everyone present fell silent. Only the wind blew softly.
At that moment, every Yin-Yang sorcerer stared at the two men in astonishment.
The head and elder of the eleventh generation...?
"Are you joking? Are you trying to make fools of us?!"
Hanakaiin Huigo's expression immediately darkened as he coldly glared at Hanakaiin Mingzhi, Hanakaiin Zhefu, and Zuo, who remained mounted on his warhorse.
The surrounding Yin-Yang sorcerers also glared at them, their talismans clenched tightly in their hands and ready to be unleashed.
"If you want to know whether it is true, just check the family records. I assume your descendants have not fallen so low that even the family records have been leaked?"
Hanakaiin Mingzhi spoke in an unhurried tone.
"This..."
Seeing how certain he was, Hanakaiin Huigo began to waver. In the end, he turned his head and ordered those behind him, "Go check!"
"Yes, Clan Head!"
A young Yin-Yang sorcerer hurriedly obeyed.
"While we wait, let us explain briefly. Though it may be hard to believe, we truly are members of the Kakeiin Clan from four hundred years ago—more precisely, from the year 1547."
As an elder, Hanakaiin Zhefu calmly explained while sweeping his gaze over the descendants around him.
Hanakaiin Mingzhi took over with a smile. "To be honest, I find this experience quite miraculous as well. I thought the only chance I would have to meet my