Two elders emerged from behind Crane Pine Hall, one a scholar and the other a monk.
With a slight stir of Zhuge Jian's divine sense, he knew that both were cultivators who had ignited their Primordial Spirit Divine Fire. Clear Qi coiled around them, revealing the depth of their cultivation.
Faint auras stirred around the courtyard, and several pressures no weaker than those of the people present were quietly closing in. Although the Xie Clan had lost many of its experts when Xie Ling was transferred away, the clan members and retainers left behind at the ancestral residence included more than twenty Upper Three Realms martial artists and Divine Fire cultivators in plain sight alone.
Li Nantian's gaze darkened slightly. Though the Xie Clan ranks among the Nine Great Surnames and has always kept a low profile, its foundations are no less profound than those of illustrious houses like the Zhuge Clan and Zhao Clan.
A millennium-old family legacy was indeed no empty reputation.
A household servant hurried over and bowed before the steps. "Old Madam, another guest has arrived outside the manor."
Madam Yuan's gaze narrowed. At such a time, with matters of the clan at hand, the servants would never dare report it rashly unless the visitor possessed an exalted status. She lightly set down her teacup. "Who is it?"
"The visitor is the Eldest Princess, along with an old gentleman calling himself East Mountain."
Madam Yuan's hand suddenly halted. The celadon saucer struck the sandalwood table with a crisp sound. A cold gleam flashed through her eyes, yet she could not suppress the nameless anger rising in her heart.
"What is she doing here?!"
The Eldest Princess of Great Qi—this name, silent for nearly ten years, had once been deeply entwined with the Xie Clan.
Had it