A Bet

"Just as expected. The Spirit Clan is beyond saving. Where is the Clan Chief now?" Xiao Yu asked with a soft sigh.

Gu Nan Hai said, "The Clan Chief should still be in the void. If you wish to find him, young friend, you may go directly."

However, upon hearing Xiao Yu's words, Gu Nan Hai felt slightly alarmed. The Spirit Clan was beyond saving? Could it be that the Soul Clan truly possessed the strength to silently wipe out the Spirit Clan?

Although the Eight Ancient Clans had declined, they were still the Eight Ancient Clans. No matter how fallen the Spirit Clan was, its strength and foundation far surpassed those of the Soul Hall. Even the Ancient Clan could not make the Spirit Realm vanish without leaving behind the slightest trace!

Still, Gu Nan Hai did not ask any further questions. After bringing Xiao Yu and the others to their lodgings within the Ancient Saint Mountain Range, he left directly. Gu Qingyang and the others departed with Gu Nan Hai as well.

Xiao Yu did not go looking for Gu Yuan for the time being. Instead, he went straight to his room to rest. Those three years in the Heavenly Tomb had been exhausting.

Meanwhile, as Mang Tianchi led the Thunder Clan members back, he looked at the two clansmen who had entered the Heavenly Tomb and asked, "Earlier, I heard Xiao Yu mention some friendship formed in the Heavenly Tomb. Did you two become friends with them in there?"

The two Thunder Clan members immediately had no idea how to answer and began to stammer.

Mang Tianchi frowned slightly. "If I'm telling you to speak, then speak. Xiao Yu isn't some flood or beast. Besides, he's a disciple of my Jia Nan Academy, and I'm the headmaster