As he wandered around the estate, Xiao Ze got a look at the people from the other ancient clans. Among them were more than a few who radiated formidable auras.
A group approached from the opposite direction. Their leader wore a crimson robe and had a proud expression, while fiery Dou Qi swirled faintly around him.
Their gazes swept over Xiao Ze with undisguised scrutiny. Clearly, they were wary of the unfamiliar powerhouse who had suddenly appeared at the estate.
But when their gazes met, flames glimmered in each of their eyes. The air where their gazes locked seemed to grow steadily hotter.
"Pff!"
In the briefest instant, flames burst into being around them. The fire exploded, and their bodies shuddered in unison. They instinctively took half a step back, looking at Xiao Ze with added suspicion.
The man in the crimson robe snorted and raised a hand to brush off sparks that hadn't even touched his robe. His tone was unfriendly. "You have quite a few tricks, sir. The Flame Clan is handling its own business. Please don't interfere."
Xiao Ze raised an eyebrow, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "I'm just passing through. I didn't expect the Flame Clan's young people to have hotter tempers than their Heavenly Flames."
"Impudent!" one of the Flame Clan's young men barked. Fiery Dou Qi surged around him. "How dare an unknown nobody mock the Flame Clan?"
Before he could say more, the man in the crimson robe raised a hand to stop him. He fixed his gaze on Xiao Ze. "Who are you, exactly? If you dare challenge the Flame Clan in Ancient Saint City, you should at least give us your name."
"Xiao Tribe, Xiao Ze!"
The moment the two names fell, the air around them seemed to still.