"The Xiao Tribe and the Ancient Clan have an alliance, don't they? What grudge could there be...?"
Xiao Yan stood up and looked at Xiao Wujiu, arguing back.
"Xiao Yan, who do you think was the strongest among the Eight Emperor Clans a thousand years ago? Do you think it was reasonable for the strongest member of our family before you and me to be a Da Dou Shi? Do you think that even without Dou Di bloodline, an Emperor Clan could decline in merely a thousand years to the point where it did not even have a Dou Zong—no, not even a Dou Emperor?"
His words were like sledgehammers, ruthlessly shattering all of Xiao Yan's remaining hopes.
"As for the truth of what happened, go find it yourself. Only if you uncover it yourself will you face reality. But..."
Xiao Wujiu paused and looked at Xiao Yan's bloodshot eyes.
"Behind power, there is either the burden of time or filth beyond measure."
"I'll give you one final warning. To me, the Ancient Clan is an enemy, not a friend. Even all the Emperor Clans are enemies of my Xiao Tribe. Think carefully about this. If you come to understand it, we will still be the Xiao Clan's twin stars in the future."
"But if you do not have the resolve to turn the Xiao Clan back into the Xiao Tribe, then do not stand in my way. For what I represent..."
He turned around, facing the blazing sun, and left Xiao Yan with his final words.
"It is not only the Xiao Clan, but also the hundreds of millions of clansmen and Descendant People who once belonged to the entire Xiao Tribe!"
With that, his figure vanished from the area, leaving Xiao Yan alone amid the wreckage in silence.