Just as everyone was discussing unifying the nearby empires, people from the Ancient Clan arrived.
That was right—the Ancient Clan had sent people. It was not the Soul Clan, but the Gu Clan.
Fang Yu naturally had no favorable impression of this clan. The one who had come this time was a commander, a rather handsome one at that. He had arrived riding a sixth-tier magical beast, accompanied by quite a few subordinates.
They were all members of the Ancient Clan, and their bloodlines were quite pure. Every one of them was above the fifth grade, and none of them was weak. Their leader, the commander Gu Yao, was already a Dou Zong-level powerhouse.
The rest were all Dou Huang-level experts. One could imagine just how powerful the Ancient Clan truly was. Yet such a powerful clan was exceptionally timid.
Fang Yu was genuinely surprised by Gu Yao's arrival. This fellow should only have appeared much later in the story, and Fang Yu had no plans to visit the Ancient Clan. In other words, he had no intention of meeting that ancestor of the Xiao Family, since there was no point.
Yet he had not expected the Ancient Clan to send someone personally. Though the visitors clearly meant trouble, visitors were still visitors, and Fang Yu welcomed them warmly enough.
"Spare me the pleasantries. The Clan Chief ordered me to bring you back to the Ancient Realm."
The white-haired Gu Yao stated his purpose the moment he saw Fang Yu. There was not the slightest hint of courtesy in his tone; it carried an unquestionable air, as though this were some favor being bestowed upon Fang Yu. Fang Yu had only one response to such arrogance.
"Get lost!"
That simple word made Gu Yao's face instantly turn livid. He immediately