The Five Generations Patriarch Once Said

"People from the four Source Arts sects..."

The Human Sacred Body nodded lightly, indicating that he knew their identities.

Strange. The seven heavenly-tier Stone Kings of Jade Lake had all been dealt with by him and the Fifth Patriarch. Why had people from the ancient Source Arts families come to Jade Lake?

The brocade-clad Tuoba Chang smiled.

The famed Merak Holy Son of the Eastern Wasteland, inheritor of the Source Sky Master, also knew of the Tuoba Clan's ancient prestige and nobility. Very good.

"Nephew Tuoba, let this old man explain."

An amiable elder from an ancient family squeezed his way to the front. "Merak Holy Son, I am the current head of the Nangong Clan, Nangong Qi."

Nangong Qi had advanced to Source Arts Grandmaster over a decade ago and was a veteran expert of the field.

Ye Fan said nothing and merely watched quietly.

Most of the time, as long as others did not provoke him, he was quite patient.

"Allow me to make a formal introduction. This is the Ouyang Clan's old ancestor, Senior Ouyang Ye, a peak Source Arts Grandmaster infinitely close to the realm of a Source Earthmaster."

Nangong Qi stepped aside, revealing a shriveled old man leaning on a cane. He looked utterly decrepit, skinny as a stick, with grizzled white hair. No one knew how many years he had lived.

"Oh, if there is nothing else, I'll be leaving first."

At this point, Ye Fan was gradually growing impatient.

This Holy Son needs to join up with the sect's party. I don't have time to listen to you introduce every aunt and uncle in your family. Old man, do we even know each other?

*Never mind some veteran Source Arts Grandmaster who hasn't broken through yet—even true Source Earthmasters like Yang Yi, Source