Tired

"I heard the Hun Clan came at the Yao Clan with ill intent this time?"

After receiving the news she had been most eagerly awaiting, Fairy Huo Ling let out a small sigh of relief, though she had not forgotten the most significant news of recent days.

At the Yao Clan's Pill Convention, the Hun Clan had taken advantage of their weakness and attempted to forcibly devour the Yao Clan. Yet Yao Wan had invoked the remnant soul of their ancestor, bringing the Yao Emperor back into the world. The Hun Clan had retreated in defeat, and the conflict within the eight clans had been thoroughly ignited.

Yao Wan was not surprised by this. Rather, it would have been truly strange if the other eight clans had shown no reaction at all.

There was little surprise or astonishment in her pale golden eyes. Yao Wan did not even nod, merely letting out a faint murmur from deep in her throat amid the silence.

"Mm. Fortunately, the Yao Clan escaped disaster. Thank you for your concern, Sister Huo Ling."

"...The rumors say that Wan'er turned the tide herself, using her own body as a medium to summon the Yao Emperor's remnant soul back into existence?"

Fairy Huo Ling could not help asking curiously.

Over the past month or so, everything that had happened within the Yao Clan had spread throughout the eight clans. Nearly everyone had learned how Yao Wan had summoned her ancestor's remnant soul through her own efforts, turned the tide, and driven back the Hun Clan.

For the eight clans, with their particularly reverent notions of lineage and inheritance, what Yao Wan had done was nothing less than a depth charge dropped into deep waters, shaking every one of them.

After all, the foundation of the eight clans'