The sound of wind tearing through the high sky had yet to fade when Yao Xuan raised his eyes, his cold gaze settling steadily on the white-robed youth at the forefront.
Yao Xuan recognized the man before him as well.
This person was not Yao Tian, the foremost among the Yao Clan's younger generation and its most gifted prodigy, but Yao Xingji's younger brother from the core direct lineage of the Yao Clan—Yao Xingtong!
Yao Xuan remembered this man deeply.
Relying on the nobility of his direct-line bloodline and the top-tier resources of the clan, Yao Xingji's younger brother, Yao Xingtong, had always run rampant both within and beyond the Yao Clan. He was spoiled, domineering, and looked down on everyone.
Ordinary clansmen from branch lines and cultivators from beyond the domain had never been worthy of his notice.
Yet Yao Xuan had never expected that after merely a few years apart, Yao Xingtong, who had once needed his elder brother's protection, had already broken through his shackles and entered the Dou Zong realm!
One had to know that among the younger generation of the entire Central Plains, a Dou Zong was already an absolute top-tier combatant.
Countless prodigies spent decades cultivating bitterly without necessarily reaching this realm. That alone showed how difficult such a breakthrough was.
There was no need to think further. The Yao Clan must have spared no expense, pouring massive quantities of precious pills and foundational resources into nurturing its direct-line bloodline and forcefully elevating him to such a realm.
Such an allocation of resources was treatment that independent cultivators from beyond the domain and clansmen from branch lines could scarcely imagine.
And this was precisely the foundation of an ancient Emperor Clan!
High in the sky, Yao Xingtong looked down upon the crowd. There was