Arrival at Ancient Saint City

Seeing Xiao Yan's grave expression, Xiao Ling nodded again, his voice carrying a hint of melancholy.

"Yes, yes. You and I are both descendants of the Xiao Clan, one of the Eight Ancient Clans. But who could have imagined that the Xiao Clan, which once shook the entire Dou Qi Continent, would fall to such a state, ultimately forced to live in a small city on the Northwest Continent? It truly makes one sigh."

Xiao Ling's words stirred waves in Xiao Yan's heart as well. He fell silent for a moment before quietly agreeing.

"You're right. No one would have imagined that the obscure Xiao Family of that little place called Wutan City possessed such profound origins—that we are descendants of the Xiao Clan, once so glorious."

Without dwelling too long on the subject, Xiao Ling shook his head and raised a hand to pat Xiao Yan's shoulder, his tone becoming lighter.

"All right. Now that you know this, prepare yourself mentally. Go pack your things. Tomorrow morning, I'll take you to the Gu Clan's Ancient Realm for this Coming-of-Age Ceremony. Once it's over, I'll bring you to train in the Heavenly Tomb. That place will greatly benefit your cultivation and will certainly raise your strength to another level."

Xiao Ling's words pulled Xiao Yan's wandering thoughts back.

When Xiao Ling had previously introduced the Heavenly Tomb, Xiao Yan had already longed to enter and train there, to rapidly improve his cultivation. Hearing this now, he immediately nodded firmly, his voice resolute. "I understand, Cousin! I'll pack right away. I definitely won't delay tomorrow's departure."

Seeing how decisive he was, Xiao Ling nodded in satisfaction. He did not linger, merely saying, "In that case, I'll come find you tomorrow morning."

With that, he waved to Xiao Yan and turned, taking