Ancient Bell Shakes Heavenly Wrath

Yao Wan's words once again left Yao Ming somewhat stunned.

Whether it was her giving up the chance to enter the Yellow Springs Stele and handing it over to someone else, or the words she had spoken, both faintly moved Yao Ming.

It was truly surprising. This Young Miss of the Yao Clan was indeed an exceptionally unusual person among those he had encountered thus far.

After all, how could someone who dared claim that she might not be inferior to the Yellow Springs Demon Saint in the future possibly be an ordinary figure?

Unaware of Yao Ming's expression, Xiao Yan seemed to have long guessed that Yao Wan would say this. He merely nodded silently, then turned around and fixed his gaze on the enormous Yellow Springs Stele.

"Mm..."

Xiao Yan nodded, then stepped forward and said, "In that case, I shall handle it, Clan Leader Yao Ming."

As he spoke, Xiao Yan could not help raising his head to look at the massive stele. It was covered in numerous strange runes, faintly flickering with an unusual glow. A gigantic finger and a palm print half a zhang deep were carved upon it. Some strange information spread out from them; presumably, these were the cultivation methods for the Yellow Springs Finger and Yellow Springs Palm.

Yao Ming first solemnly bowed before the stele, then slowly stepped back. Looking at Xiao Yan, he said, "Then I'll be relying on you, son-in-law."

Xiao Yan nodded quietly, his gaze grave as he looked at the stele. From it, he could sense an extremely powerful pressure upon the soul.

A mere wisp of a remnant soul possessed such terrifying pressure. What kind of expert had he been in his prime?

Such a thought involuntarily surfaced in Xiao Yan's heart.

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