"Cloud Mist Sect. Good. Very good indeed!" Xiao Yan said, forcefully suppressing his fury.
His family was his absolute untouchable weakness. Now that Soul Hall and the Misty Cloud Sect had dared to lay hands on them, they had become his sworn enemies unto death.
A ferocious aura suddenly surged through the hall, and a table nearby exploded into splinters.
The clan members moving back and forth as they tidied the hall all froze stiffly, staring at Xiao Yan's utterly savage expression.
Seeing this, the Great Elder shook his head bitterly.
"Xiao Yan, don't get too worked up. Although we don't know the Clan Head's current condition, we can at least confirm that his life is not in danger for now."
The Great Elder suddenly and carefully took an ancient box from his robes. Opening it revealed a jade fragment of emerald green.
At the center of the jade fragment, a point of light slowly drifted about, as though it possessed a spirit of its own.
Carefully picking up the jade fragment, the Great Elder examined it closely from top to bottom. He breathed a sigh of relief and said softly, "This jade fragment was left behind by the ancestors of the Xiao Clan. Every Clan Head leaves a trace of soul power within it. If the Clan Head dies, this wandering light will disperse. Since the soul mark left by the Clan Head remains strong, his life should not be in danger."
The Great Elder's words finally settled Xiao Yan's heart, which had been on the verge of erupting like a volcano, somewhat. He took the jade fragment from the Great Elder and gently stroked it.
"Can it tell me where my father is now?" Xiao Yan asked in an icy voice.
"No." The Great Elder shook his head