Entering the Ancient Realm

Three days passed in the blink of an eye as they waited quietly. During those days, Xiao Ling and Xiao Yan did not step out of their rooms even once. Ever since their encounter with Hun Ya's group, no one else dared come and disturb them, allowing them a rare measure of peace on this journey.

Such tranquility was nothing unusual to Xiao Ling. With his strength, even if more trouble came knocking, it would be no more than a trivial matter easily resolved with a wave of his hand.

Xiao Yan, however, was in a very different state of mind. Ever since Hun Ya had appeared in the woods with those two black-robed men, the matter had lingered in his thoughts, leaving him unable to calm down. His mind kept drifting back to that Hun Clan disciple.

From Hun Ya's words that day, the two had already gleaned several key details. This man was certainly no insignificant figure within the Hun Clan.

Moreover, anyone whose ancestor had taken part in the siege against Xiao Xuan must have a powerful faction behind him. Not to mention that the two men accompanying him were both Seven-Star Dou Zuns.

Strength like that would qualify them to serve as Heavenly Venerates in the Hall of Souls. Ordinary Hun Clan disciples simply had no authority to command them.

What was more, Hun Ya had vaguely mentioned the truth behind Xiao Xuan's death, implying that the Xiao Clan Ancestor had been besieged and killed by experts from multiple factions, with his own ancestor among them.

That history had long been buried beneath the dust of time, its truth impossible to discern. Yet since Hun Ya had taken that blood feud upon himself, neither Xiao Ling nor Xiao Yan hesitated any longer. They had already passed