A married daughter is like water thrown out.
In the end, he really did keep it short.
"Basically, that's about it."
After carefully recounting the whole sequence of events behind this journey, Xiao Yan gave a light cough and said,
"I see."
After returning to the Xiao Clan, everyone nodded slightly, their gazes involuntarily falling upon the ancient Yao Emperor—the sole surviving one after tens of thousands of years—beside Yao Wan.
"What an unexpected turn of events."
Xiao Xuan could not help sighing. Of the Eight Emperors of old, only one remained; their former glory had vanished like smoke. As their descendants, they naturally could not help feeling moved.
"It isn't just you who are surprised. I'm rather surprised myself."
Resting his chin on his hand, the Yao Emperor looked boredly at Xiao Xuan and Gu Yuan seated before him. His voice carried a hint of emotion. "So descendants who inherited their ancestors' Imperial titles have appeared now? Hmm... Xiao Di and Ancient Emperor would probably be very happy."
"Thank you, Senior."
Before this being, whose seniority surpassed theirs by who knew how many generations, even Xiao Xuan and Gu Yuan could only address him as Senior.
"No matter. Remnants like me ought to have been buried in the tides of time without leaving behind any trace. It is only because I have a fairly capable descendant who dug me out of my grave."
"I'll take that as praise."
Yao Wan lowered her head and calmly took a sip of tea from the cup at her side.
"You make it sound as though I'm always putting you down."
"Are you not?"
As she listened to the brief exchange between ancestor and descendant, even Zi Yan, who had already seen something of this before, could not help raising her eyes curiously.