Qin Guan and Zi Qing left, but Murong Xuan did not hurry after them.
After all, he was the Old Ancestor of the Murong Family. Zi Qing might not care about the Murong Family, but he had to.
The head of the family and so many Core Elders had been killed. Nearly all the clan's elites were gone. If he simply left, the surviving descendants might well be wiped out by their enemies.
What was more, Qin Guan had arrived in the Immeasurable Star Field. Things were about to become unsettled.
Murong Xuan stood before the mountain gate, looking at his clan members, who were frightened and at a loss. His heart was a tangle of emotions.
"Old Ancestor, what is to become of our Murong Family?"
Just then, an old man walked out from the crowd and looked at Murong Xuan in fear.
The Murong Family had been flourishing, with a bright future ahead. Who could have imagined that it would fall into such a state overnight?
The head of the family had been slain, nearly all the Core Elders were dead, and most of the clan's elites had been lost. Those who remained were either old or young; they simply couldn't hold a family together.
As the old man spoke, tears streamed down his face. With a thump, he fell to his knees. "Old Ancestor, you can't abandon us!"
At his kneeling, hundreds of clan members behind him dropped to their knees in unison.
"Everyone, get up!"
Murong Xuan looked at them and said sternly, his voice low and firm, "Listen carefully, all of you. Go back and pack at once. Take everything you can carry. Three days from now, the entire family will leave the Murong Family!"
His words caused an uproar.
"Old Ancestor, this... this is