"Brother Xiao Yan, with the Shi Clan gone, the Ancient Clan must have suffered quite a shock as well. So this time, I may have to return and take a look first..."
On a verdant peak, Xiao Yan gazed toward the northwestern horizon. Xun Er's gentle voice echoed in his ears once more, leaving him somewhat wistful. He naturally understood that Xun Er's disappearance with him for two years must have caused a tremendous upheaval within the Ancient Clan. Now that they had escaped, both sentiment and reason dictated that she had to return, especially with the matter of the Shi Clan having occurred.
"Xun Er, I promised you I would go to the Ancient Clan and ask for your hand. Wait for me..."
Xiao Yan lightly grasped at the air before him, as though trying to seize that departing graceful figure. A moment later, he swiftly suppressed his emotions, and his eyes gradually narrowed. Along the way, he had thoroughly learned the current situation between the Heavenly Mansion Alliance and the Soul Hall. The intensity of the conflict between them had far exceeded his expectations. The two sides were now practically locked in a fight to the death. The Soul Hall had destroyed quite a few alliance cities, while the alliance had also wiped out several Soul Hall branch halls. Aside from the true upper echelons still striving to maintain a stalemate, both sides could basically be described as having fought until their eyes had turned red.
Naturally, Xiao Yan had no objections to this situation. He and the Soul Hall, the Hun Clan, had always been locked in an irreconcilable struggle to the death. There was no room for mediation between them. He had considered this possibility before, but he had not expected it to come so swiftly