Leaving behind Yao Wanhuo and the various elders of the clan, Yao Xuan flickered forward, slowly walking along the specially designated external-guest area within the Medicine Realm.
As one of the eight ancient emperor clans, the Yao Clan possessed vast, eternal heritage, and their guest quarters were also exceptionally luxurious and elegant.
The suspended jade palaces were built against the mountains, surrounded everywhere by spiritual herbs and immortal medicines. The hazy, medicinal spiritual energy was rich and mellow, nourishing the body and soul with every breath, far surpassing the cultivation holy lands of the top sects in the Central Plains.
Yao Xuan landed on the terrace of the palace, intending to calmly regulate his breath and sort through the complicated emotions of his entry into the Medicine Realm, when a gentle, familiar, and aged aura quietly emerged from the void behind him.
Yao Xuan's gaze shifted slightly, his body remaining still, and he spoke softly:
"Does Elder Wanhuo still have important matters?"
When he turned around, he indeed saw Yao Wanhuo standing in the air, his expression much more solemn and grave than before, devoid of his previous polite gentleness.
Yao Wanhuo slowly raised a hand to stroke his long beard, his gaze falling deeply onto Yao Xuan as he spoke in a deep voice, his tone extremely solemn:
"Little friend Yao Xuan, the clan head has the intention of wanting to see you alone."
"The clan head?"
Yao Xuan's brows furrowed slightly, a trace of surprise and confusion instantly welling up in the bottom of his heart.
Yao Dan, the Yao Clan Chief!
That was a supreme mighty figure standing at the peak of the Battle Qi Continent, whose personal cultivation had reached the pinnacle of the Seven-Star Dou Saint, making him the undisputed number-one powerhouse of the entire