Then Yao Xuan flicked his fingertips, sealing Wu Ying's remnant soul with a special restraint before casually storing it in his Storage Ring.
With Wu Ying dealt with, the chilling soul aura that had raged through the sky gradually dispersed. Misty Cloud Mountain was left in ruins, utterly silent.
Xiao Yan walked up behind Yao Xuan and asked in confusion:
"Brother Xuan!"
"My Xiao Household has lived peacefully in Wu Tan City for generations. We are merely an ordinary family in a remote border town. I have never had the slightest connection or grievance with Soul Hall, so why would that Soul Hall Protector cross borders to seize me at all costs?"
Xiao Yan simply could not understand it. Soul Hall was a top-tier force that dominated the Central Plains and intimidated the entire Battle Qi Continent. Why would it set its sights on a junior from the Jia Ma Empire and even personally dispatch someone to act against him?
Yao Xuan turned to look at Xiao Yan. His gaze was profound, and after a moment of silence, he slowly spoke.
"Xiao Yan, you are mistaken."
"Your Xiao Household was never an ordinary family."
"Like me, and like the Yao Clan that Uncle Yao Chen once belonged to, you are one of the Ancient Eight Clans!"
"The Ancient Eight Clans were all supreme clans that once possessed the Dou Emperor Bloodline and stood at the peak of the continent, looking down upon all races in the world."
"A thousand years ago, the Xiao Clan was even the foremost of the eight clans. It once stood at the very summit of the continent, its glory enduring through the ages."
"But as time passed, the Xiao Clan ultimately declined. Its remaining members concealed themselves among the world and drifted to the borderlands,