Night gradually fell in the Xiao Clan's backyard.
The Xiao Clan's patriarch looked at Xiao Yan before him, his eyes filled with respect. Ever since that imperial-level expert had taken Xiao Yan as his disciple again!
The standing of the Xiao Yan before them could no longer be compared to what it had once been.
"Xiao Yan, from today onward, you are our Xiao Clan's foremost genius. The position of clan head will be yours in the future, too. Just tell us whatever you need!"
"That's right. That worthless son of mine-I've already killed him with my own hands. Please be magnanimous and overlook our petty offenses. We were wrong before. This time, we've chosen to follow you!"
"We've already brought your father out. Don't worry. With us looking after him, he'll certainly be fine!"
With a cold glare and knitted brows, Xiao Yan listened to the respect everyone around him showed him, a trace of mockery appearing on his face.
These fellows really do flock to power like moths to a flame. Back when Father and I were down and out, they never treated us as members of the Xiao Clan at all.
And now, just because I've gained a powerful Master, they already treat us as their own clansmen.
"I understand. If there's anything else, come tell me tomorrow. Leave. My Master doesn't like being disturbed. Don't say I didn't warn you!"
Hearing this, everyone nodded, leaving behind a pile of gifts before departing. Filled with mixed feelings, Xiao Yan looked at the gifts on the ground, a trace of helplessness appearing on his face.
He turned to look inside the room. Everything I have today was given to me by Master.
Meanwhile, inside the room,
Ye Xingchen sat cross-legged in cultivation, slowly absorbing the surrounding Soul