In the days that followed, Xiao Yan remained in the Xiao Clan, watching his father and two older brothers emerge from their grief and gradually come to terms with the news of his death.
Yet every so often, in the early morning, the lonely dusk, or the deep of night, they would still let out long sighs.
The Xiao Clan continued along its own course. As time passed, it seemed everyone had forgotten there had once been a young genius in the clan. Even Xiao Yan himself was close to forgetting that he was already dead.
He felt that living like this did not seem so bad.
But an accident still arrived.
That day, what seemed like a black cloud descended over Wutan City, blotting out the sky and sealing the city tight. The Xiao Clan had never seen such a display before.
Soul Hall had come!
Xiao Yan had never seen Soul Hall before, but amid those dark clouds fluttered banners bearing the character "Soul." Who else could it be but Soul Hall?
Xiao Yan could not quite remember who had told him that the Xiao Clan and Soul Hall were enemies, but none of that mattered now.
The enemy had already come to their door. The Xiao Clan had nowhere left to retreat, and Xiao Zhan hurriedly gathered every clan member capable of fighting, preparing for a desperate battle.
But the enemy had come prepared, while the Xiao Clan had been forced into battle in haste. Though many clan members charged forward with blood-burning courage, they were swiftly defeated, allowing Soul Hall's forces to storm into the Xiao Clan.
Xiao Ning, Xiao Mei, Xiao Ding, Xiao Li... one familiar family member after another was slain on the spot. Xiao Yan could only watch helplessly, his last remnant of