The footsteps behind him were light. The two had presumably arrived. Xiao Xuan did not turn around, only letting out a soft sigh laden with the weight of time. "Xiao Ling, could you tell me in detail what the Xiao Clan's situation is like now?"
At those words, Xiao Ling's fingers paused slightly. After a moment of silence, he finally answered truthfully. "Strictly speaking, the Xiao Clan of old no longer exists. All that remains is the Xiao Family, settled in a remote corner of the Northwest Continent..."
Once he finished speaking, he gathered his thoughts and carefully recounted the Xiao Family's years of rise and decline, its storms and hardships.
After describing their past difficulties, Xiao Ling shifted the subject, his tone gaining a measure of certainty.
"Although the Xiao Family once fell to rock bottom, when I was young, the Clan Leader and elders were at most Da Dou Shi. But after I returned to support the family, the younger generation gradually began to stand out as well. The Xiao Family has now begun to rise. In the Jia Ma Empire, we are already a force with a place of our own and considerable influence. Once I have time to oversee the family's affairs in the future, I will naturally push the Xiao Family to expand further and restore vitality to the Xiao Clan Bloodline."
The words "Da Dou Shi" made Xiao Xuan's body pause almost imperceptibly. A trace of blankness passed through his clouded eyes. To him, that term was dust buried deep within memories from a thousand years ago, so unfamiliar that he had nearly forgotten it. He had never imagined that, within the Heavenly Tomb, he would hear from a descendant of the Xiao Clan of a realm so lowly and so utterly incompatible with