Within the mountain range where the Guardian Lineage resided, there was a stone wall. Upon this stone wall, numerous figures of the Xiao Clan were clearly depicted. Among them, the figure of the Xiao Clan Patriarch was the grandest, and at the same time, this fellow was also the one Feng Wan'er hated the most!
"Xiao Yuntian!!!" Looking at the illusion appearing above Xiao Yan's head, Feng Wan'er's pupils constricted tightly, and an extremely terrifying fury erupted completely like a volcano.
A large portion of Feng Wan'er's hatred toward the Xiao Clan came from this Xiao Clan Patriarch. As for the specific reason, however, Feng Wan'er had never told the Guardian.
"Hehe, little fellow, you truly have grit." Hearing this sort of roar from Feng Wan'er, the elderly illusion first smiled slightly at her, not expecting that Xiao Yan would complete the task he had entrusted to him back then in such a short time.
"Senior, you have really harmed your descendants." Xiao Yan managed to squeeze out a trace of a smile and replied. Clearly, Xiao Yan had not known that the Xiao Clan Patriarch had a trace of his power lingering within him, or else he would not have needed to make such a big fuss.
"Cough, cough... The matter back then was indeed our fault."
"I'm sorry, little Feng." The illusionary man smiled faintly, and immediately gazed with piercing eyes at the furious Feng Wan'er. His voice was filled with sincerity, resembling the attitude of a genuine apology.
"Xiao Yuntian!"
"What qualification do you have to step foot here?"
"What qualification do you have to say sorry?"
"Back then, our Guardian Lineage, with several thousand elites, wholeheartedly helped your Xiao Clan maintain the order within the clan and managed countless vassal clans, but what about you people?"