Returning to the Ancestral Clan, the Shock of Two Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Rings!

Hidden Dragon Douluo then introduced Long Wushang to the other two ancestors.

One was level ninety-six, named Long Xuanming; the other was level ninety-five, named Long Xuanying.

The two were also quite advanced in age. Perhaps because they had cultivated the Hidden Dragon Martial Soul year-round, neither liked to talk much. They merely stared straight at Long Wushang, their gazes seeming as though they wanted to strip him bare.

Next, the middle-aged man standing beside the three ancestors stepped forward as well.

He had regular features and wore a dark gray robe. His aura was restrained, and even standing beside several Super Douluo, he showed no trace of unease.

"This is the current head of our Long Family, Long Jingyuan," Long Xiaoyao said.

Long Jingyuan, a level ninety-four Title Douluo. His Martial Soul was the Hidden Dragon.

By the family's seniority, he was actually Long Wushang's peer, merely an elder brother several decades older.

Long Jingyuan likewise did not put on the airs of a clan head. He proactively extended his hand to Long Wushang.

"For all these years, the clan has been waiting for you and Third Uncle to return."

Long Wushang shook his hand and said apologetically, "I've kept the clan head and all the uncles and elders waiting for a long time."

"We're family, so there's no need to address me by my position." Long Jingyuan's tone was steady. "By seniority, you may simply call me elder brother. If there's anything you aren't used to in the clan, or if you need anything, come directly to me."

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Long Jingyuan turned around and began introducing the rest of the clan to Long Wushang.

The young people allowed into the ancestral hall to witness the ceremony were all the most outstanding members of the