One day later.
News of the Wind Lightning Pavilion's destruction spread throughout the Central Plains like a flood bursting through a breached dam. The pavilion master had been killed, and of the once-mighty Four Pavilions, only three remained.
Xiao Ze's name became the talk of the town whenever people gathered over food and drink, and he became an idol in the hearts of countless young people.
What young man in his early twenties could do such a thing? In front of countless witnesses, he had stormed the Wind Lightning Pavilion's stronghold at Thunder Mountain and killed its master outright.
Such a feat was truly unprecedented—and unlikely ever to be repeated.
At the same time, news of Yao Chen's return exploded across the turbulent Central Plains like a bomb. Following the Wind Lightning Pavilion, Starfall Pavilion became the second target of public outrage.
After all, Yao Chen had been a genuine Eighth-Tier alchemist in his lifetime. His return could hardly be considered good news for the Central Plains.
After wiping out the Wind Lightning Pavilion, Xiao Ze had claimed its mountain as his own and renamed the pavilion the Xiao Tribe.
With that, the Xiao Tribe, one of the Eight Ancient Clans, had finally returned. Though it was nowhere near as powerful as it had been at its peak, it had at least established a foothold and laid down roots in the Central Plains.
With Starfall Pavilion added to its strength, the Xiao Tribe was now a force to be reckoned with in the Central Plains.
"The place is ready. Once I have the time, I'll need to build a Space Wormhole connecting to the Northwest Continent. That way, I can bring Father over to stay for a while."
Standing atop Thunder Mountain and gazing out over the magnificent landscape, Xiao