"Teacher, is the war... really about to begin?" Xiao Yan stood atop a tall pavilion, looking down at the bustling Ancient Dragon Island below, his face shadowed with worry that would not fade.
He had not expected this day to come so quickly. Before it had even arrived, the Stone Clan and the Spirit Clan, two great Emperor Clans, had already been wiped out!
"Yes. I fear this war will be even more brutal than the battle between the Emperor Clans a thousand years ago. After all, before the war has even begun, two Emperor Clans have already been exterminated, root and branch..."
Yao Chen stood beside Xiao Yan, his face also carrying a touch of emotion, along with some complicated feelings that were hard to put into words. When he spoke of the Emperor Clans, a flicker of reminiscence also passed through his eyes. After all, he had once been a member of the Yao Clan, and when the Yao Clan might truly be heading toward destruction, he still could not remain unmoved.
So in this matter, he could not offer Xiao Yan much comfort either, because this time, he was involved as well.
Xiao Yan naturally knew this too, so he did not take up the thread of the conversation. He only looked toward the direction where Xiao Wujiu was in seclusion, his eyes filled with emotions that were difficult to describe. Toward this cousin of his, he truly did not quite know how to face him.
Whether it was the help Xiao Wujiu had given him when he had still been weak, the opportunity that had allowed him to break through to Dou Sheng, or the fact that during this period—when his strength could be said to have risen at its fastest—Xiao Wujiu had spared no effort