Hun Feng

At Yao Wan's murmur, the others' attention was immediately drawn over. Looking at the dark figure in the distance, they could not help but furrow their brows.

Yao Wan was not particularly nervous. The Exotic Flame Space was about to open, and anyone from the Soul Hall with even a little sense would not choose this moment to start a fight.

At the same time, the Soul Hall group naturally noticed Xiao Yan and his party as well.

"So they really came?"

The Soul Hall Master seemed to have noticed them too. He slowly turned his head, his ancient-well-still eyes dim and lifeless. He paid no heed to Xiao Yan's faintly hostile gaze, but when he noticed that Xiao Yan had already reached the Three-star Dou Sheng level, a rare ripple finally surfaced in his expression.

"The Xiao Clan was destroyed a thousand years ago, yet I never expected that among the few survivors, someone like this would emerge after all this time—"

"Given time, this boy may become another Xiao Xuan."

"It is truly rare for someone to receive such an evaluation from the Hall Master."

The figure beside him, who had remained silent from beginning to end, suddenly picked up the Soul Hall Master's words, his tone carrying an inexplicable undertone.

"You flatter me, Young Clan Leader."

The Soul Hall Master smiled faintly without confirming or denying it. "With the Young Clan Leader here this time, victory is naturally assured from the start."

"That remains to be seen..."

Under the Soul Hall Master's gaze, the figure slowly raised his head. Light fell upon his face, revealing a man who appeared to be around thirty. His features looked somewhat young, yet his face held no expression whatsoever—neither joy nor sorrow. It gave one the sense that even his facial