Ling Yuan and Ling Xuanmo swiftly exchanged a glance, each seeing a trace of confusion and incomprehension in the other's eyes. The Xiao Clan had also been one of the Dou God Clan's descendant families, and had once stood at the pinnacle of the continent. Yet it had been destroyed long ago. They did not know why the Supreme Elder had brought it up at such a critical moment.
"Let us set aside the history of the Xiao Clan's decline for now. But Xiao Xuan himself is someone I truly admire!"
The moment those words were spoken, the atmosphere in the pavilion froze for an instant. Panic appeared in Ling Yuan and Ling Xuanmo's eyes. They knew very well how the Supreme Elder's old affliction had come about.
In his youth, Supreme Elder Ling Haonan's fearsome reputation had come to a halt after a crushing defeat. During an encounter deep within an ancient ruin, Ling Haonan, then at the height of his confidence and power, had been utterly crushed by Xiao Xuan, the Xiao Clan's prodigy. The lingering affliction in Ling Haonan's head had also been left behind after that battle with Xiao Xuan.
Almost every member of the Spirit Clan had believed that Ling Haonan regarded Xiao Xuan as his greatest enemy. Who would have thought that he would personally say he admired Xiao Xuan? Everything the Supreme Elder had said and done today carried an air of abnormality.
Ling Haonan seemed to see through the turbulent thoughts in the hearts of the two juniors. He said complexly, "What is it? There is no need to think, like the others, that this is something that cannot be spoken of."
"Only by knowing shame can one become brave. What is so shameful about losing to Xiao Xuan? Among our generation,