"Sit."
Just that one word.
Xiao Le said little either and sat down opposite him.
The man facing him was tall and imposing, with rugged features and contours as sharp as if carved by blades and axes. A nearly impossible-to-conceal murderous aura and a fiery presence suffused his entire body. He was none other than Xiao Chen, the Xiao Clan ancestor whom Xiao Yan had rescued from the Demon Flame Space!
His status was of considerable importance. He was a true ancestor of Xiao Yan and now the most senior member of the Xiao Clan. Xiao Yan treated him with great respect. Even at this critical juncture, when they were confronting the Extraterritorial Evil Clan, he still afforded Xiao Chen considerable freedom.
But Xiao Le could sense the loneliness and desolation in Xiao Chen's heart.
It had nothing to do with how others treated him. It was simply because he did not belong to this era. The Xiao Clan he had once known had vanished completely. Although the current Xiao Clan, buoyed by Xiao Yan, was showing signs of returning to its former glory, everything had changed nonetheless.
Others could not understand this. Xiao Le, however, could be considered a kindred spirit to Xiao Chen. After all, he did not belong to this era either. He had been resurrected from among the spirits of the dead in the Heavenly Tomb. On many matters, he could empathize with Xiao Chen without either of them needing to say a word.
Of course, this was a relatively minor reason. A man like Xiao Chen might not take even an eternity of loneliness and desolation to heart.
What he truly cared about was anything concerning Xiao Xuan.
Before Xiao Xuan's soul had dissipated completely, he had been the true master of the Heavenly Tomb.