The moment he said that, all the Ancient Clan experts before the entrance to the Ancient Realm changed color in unison. Then a ruthless glint flashed in their eyes.
No more pretending.
They were done pretending.
There was no point anymore.
Which of the Ancient Clan experts present wasn't an old monster with a shrewd, calculating mind? Anyone with eyes could tell that Xiao Yan had known all along what the Ancient Clan had done over the years.
He hadn't come here today to hear an explanation. He'd come to call them to account.
"Take back the Cultivation Methods and Combat Skills the Xiao Clan had been robbed of," "settle the old score for breaking the alliance a thousand years ago"—those were nothing but pretexts.
What Xiao Yan wanted was for the Ancient Clan to bow its head, admit its wrongdoing, and pay the price.
But the Ancient Clan had a thousand years of foundations behind it and was one of the Eight Great Emperor Clans. How could it bow to a fifteen-year-old boy?
If words couldn't settle things, then they would speak with their fists.
"Good!"
Xiao Yan looked at Gu Yuan and at the Ancient Clan experts whose faces were set with resolve. Far from showing any anger, the corners of his mouth lifted slightly, and a look of approval flashed in his eyes.
"Gu Yuan, I was honestly worried you'd come up with some halfway decent excuse."
"If your Ancient Clan had really managed to cook up a high-sounding pretext and spun it into a dazzling tale, I might've found it difficult to make a move."
"After all, though I'm no paragon of virtue, I still disdain fighting without just cause."
He paused, his gaze sweeping across the entire Ancient Realm. His voice was calm as still