Reunion

Faced with Xiao Yan's questioning, Xiao Ling merely curled his lips, amusement hidden in his eyes. His tone carried a deliberately mysterious air. "You'll naturally find out when we get there."

He tilted his head to glance at Xiao Yan's curious expression, then added, "But when the time comes, don't be too shocked..."

Hearing Xiao Ling's words, the confusion in Xiao Yan's heart not only failed to dissipate, but became even more unfathomable.

He opened his mouth, intending to press for more details, but seeing the deliberately secretive smile in Xiao Ling's eyes, he swallowed the words that had reached his lips. Since Xiao Ling had no intention of speaking plainly, asking further would only make him seem overly impatient.

With that thought, Xiao Yan stopped dwelling on it and followed Xiao Ling's gaze toward the Ancient Saint Mountain Range in the distance.

Clouds and mist drifted slowly between the mountains, making the lush forests appear ever more secluded and profound. The two stood side by side by the railing without another word, quietly waiting for the warship to descend into the mountain range and bring that unknown land of the Ancient Clan closer and closer before their eyes.

Above the horizon, dark clouds churned like waves of ink. The enormous warship tore through the clouds and slowly came to a stop above the endless mountain range. Its imposing hull instantly drew countless curious and scrutinizing gazes from below, silently weaving together into an invisible net.

On the warship, everyone had already gathered at the bow, their eyes fixed below. The peaks were perilous, as though carved by blades, while ancient pines and emerald cypresses rooted themselves amid sheer cliffs. More unsettling still, powerful auras seeped faintly from the depths of the mountains—some as majestic as mountains, others as