Xiao Yan: "..."
He looked at the man before him, a Peak Nine-Star Dou Saint, and the corner of his mouth twitched.
It seemed that even after realizing it had mistaken him for someone else, the system still wouldn't admit it!
Fine!
As long as he got the reward, it didn't matter whether the system admitted it had made a mistake.
It could think whatever it wanted.
Xiao Yan opened his eyes and looked at Hun Tiandi, whose face was dark with anger. A faint smile curled his lips.
"Hun Tiandi!"
"I, Xiao Yan of the Xiao Clan, have come to seek your guidance today!"
Xiao Yan smiled faintly, his gaze teasing as he sized Hun Tiandi up.
"Xiao Yan of the Xiao Clan?"
Hun Tiandi paused in surprise. Then his pupils abruptly contracted, and disbelief flashed across his face. He blurted out, "The Xiao Clan? You're from the Xiao Clan?"
His voice even went hoarse, carrying unconcealed shock and astonishment.
As the Hun Clan's patriarch, he understood the Xiao Clan's situation better than anyone.
A thousand years ago, Xiao Xuan had failed in his attempt to become a Dou Emperor. The Xiao Clan Bloodline had been exhausted, and the clan had fallen apart. Its surviving bloodlines scattered far and wide, barely clinging to life.
All these years, the Soul Hall had secretly hunted down the Xiao Clan's remnants. Every branch of the Xiao Clan Bloodline they discovered had been uprooted and exterminated without exception.
In his mind, the Xiao Clan had long been a spent force, incapable of making waves.
And yet—
A boy of fifteen or sixteen, a descendant of the Xiao Clan, had actually barged into the heart of Hun Clan territory alone with the strength of a late-stage Eight-Star Dou Sheng and stood before him!
"Impossible...