Looking at Xun Er below, Ling Quan merely smiled faintly. "My apologies, but the clan patriarch has given his orders. We can only obey and bring you back safely."
Xun Er took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling slightly. When she lifted her eyes, they were filled with stubborn resolve, like cold jade tempered in light. "I can go with you, but I want to wait for Xiao Yao to return and say goodbye to him."
"Xiao Yao?!" Ling Quan's brows instantly knitted together at the name. He said coldly, "A Xiao Clan brat whose Dou Emperor Bloodline has run dry is worthy of making you delay the Ancient Clan's journey for him?"
There was more chill in his tone, and even the wind overhead seemed to grow heavier. He had heard within the clan that Xiao Yao had fought Soul Hall members alone, and that rumors claimed his strength had reached the Dou Zun realm.
Yet he would never believe something so absurd. The Xiao Clan had lost the protection of its Dou Emperor Bloodline and lacked even cultivation resources. Even if they produced some monstrous genius, how could he possibly enter the Dou Zun realm at such an age? It was simply fantastical.
There were quite a few young clansmen like him who did not believe those rumors.
After all, a miracle one had not witnessed personally was no more than idle gossip after a meal, no matter how extraordinary the tale. No one would take it seriously.
"Whether he is worthy or not is not for you to judge!" Xun Er suddenly raised her voice, the cold jade in her eyes seeming ready to burst with light. Faint ripples of pale golden Dou Qi spread around her. "Ling Quan! Brother Xiao Yao's abilities are not