Ever since the Tunling Clan, the Soul Clan had remained the foremost clan on the continent. They certainly knew things that others did not. They simply refused to elaborate. Xiao Yan wondered whether this was because the Soul Clan still had related contingency plans, or because they did not want him to gain perfect control over the nihility devouring flame without a hitch.
Xiao Yan was neither surprised nor discouraged by this. Everyone in the Continental Allied Army understood perfectly well that their alliance was merely a choice forced upon them by the formidable external threat of the Extraterritorial Evil Clan. Once that enemy was defeated, they would sooner or later go back to fighting for themselves. Even Xiao Yan had absolutely no intention of reconciling with the Soul Clan or the Ancient Clan. The conflicts between them were too intense, already beyond reconciliation.
"Little Scale, do you remember anything else about the Tunling Clan?" Xiao Yan asked expectantly.
Under the present circumstances, information meant value. With more intelligence in hand, he might gain the upper hand in their next clash with the Extraterritorial Evil Clan.
Little Scale raised both hands and held his head, looking utterly absorbed in thought. This was mainly because all the information he had obtained consisted of scattered fragments, with very little that was complete. The few times he had unexpectedly recalled something had only happened because the situation was already before him, and something vaguely familiar had stirred the fragments of memory in his mind.
But the Tunling Clan had existed far too long ago. Even after racking his brains, Little Scale could not recall any more detailed information.
In the end, he could only tell Xiao Yan, "Master, there really is nothing else. The only thing I can be certain of is that