A Dou Saint's speed was astonishing. Before long, they had successfully returned.
A wooden plaque floated in the air, becoming the focus of every gaze.
The plaque seemed alive. A phantom of nine-colored flames now burned upon it, yet all the Ancient Clan elders remembered that Xun Er's had originally possessed a full ten colors!
Although those nine-colored flames were still dazzling and proclaimed that Xun Er's bloodline remained extraordinarily powerful, the missing color was simply too important to the Ancient Clan.
"What was Gu Qingyang doing? He actually let Xun Er get hurt!" Gu Yu snarled. The damage to Xun Er's bloodline had touched upon the Ancient Clan's most fundamental interests.
"Hehe, blaming Gu Qingyang for this makes no sense. When Xun Er's temper flares up, do you think he can control her?" An elderly silver-haired man beside Gu Yu immediately said.
The elder then turned his gaze toward the wooden plaque and began to analyze the situation.
"Besides, Xun Er has merely suffered a drop in bloodline grade. There have been no other abnormalities, and her life was not threatened. Something probably happened within the Heavenly Tomb. You all know very well that Xun Er is still young. She still has a chance to return to the God-Tier Bloodline."
"What could possibly have happened? Who in the Heavenly Tomb this time could threaten Xun Er's safety? If the Soul Clan people did not make a move, Lei Dong had some feelings for Xun Er as well, and Gu Qingyang was there too, then who else could it have been?"
"With that Xiao Clan brat in there, anything could happen." An elder beside Gu Yu appeared to be quite at odds with him. Almost every time Gu Yu spoke, he would retort. There was even a faint trace of