The Heavenly Tomb was a place where the dead were housed. It was lonely to begin with, and in its deepest reaches stood a Lone Stone Tablet, as if this patch of heaven and earth existed because of it.
At this moment, however, the Ancient Stone Tablet was different from usual. A hazy radiance wrapped around it, and within it was another world altogether.
Inside the simple, ancient stone tablet was an ancient hall. The great hall was very spacious, with only a pool of crystal-clear water at its center. Beside the pool stood a man in green robes with his hands clasped behind his back.
Seeing Xiao Yan kneel, Xiao Xuan raised a hand slightly and pulled him up. He was indeed the ancestor of the Xiao Clan, but after a thousand years, someone from the Xiao Clan had finally come to the Heavenly Tomb again. He did not need to ask to know the root cause—and that root cause was none other than himself.
"Xiao Yan. A good name. A good child. You're very good. Can you tell me about the Xiao Clan's current situation?"
The feeling of Bloodline Connection could not be faked. Xiao Xuan was very satisfied with this descendant called Xiao Yan. After a brief hesitation, he asked about the matter that had always weighed on his mind.
When Xiao Yan heard this, he hesitated for a moment, but in the end, he answered honestly:
"The Xiao Clan no longer exists. What remains is only a declining Xiao Family."
After his words fell, he sorted out his thoughts, then recounted in detail the many changes the Xiao Family had gone through over the years.
Xiao Xuan glanced at Xun'er beside Xiao Yan with a smile that was not quite a smile. With his experience, and