Xiao Yan of the Xiao Clan?!
Hun Miesheng knew the Xiao Clan well enough. It was one of the Ancient Eight Clans now in decline, and the intelligence sent by Eagle Protector even named Xiao Yan as its most outstanding member of this generation.
But how was that possible? Xiao Yan was merely an ant from some remote corner, not even a Dou Wang. His talent would not have counted as average in the Central Plains.
And now all these people were claiming to be Xiao Yan?
"Why are you gentlemen making sport of us? The Soul Palace belongs to the Soul Clan, after all..." Hun Miesheng used a secret art to call the Soul Clan headquarters for help. His mind raced as he stalled for time. "Are you all Xiao Yan?"
"Of course not. Xiao Yan would never laugh like such a maniac." A long-haired man in black robes, fiery clouds swirling behind him, stepped out of the space at their backs. He rubbed his head, gradually looking more awake, then smiled calmly.
"Honestly, I've always thought that kind of laugh was childish. Only villains in Jin Yong's and Gu Long's books laugh like that."
"I don't know why you all made those strange noises. Was it fun?"
"Of course. My friends are still children at heart and far too fond of playing around. Even their laughter is one of a kind."
His bright eyes swept over Hun Miesheng and Qiudi. In his loosely curled hand, a Fire Lotus of dazzling colors bloomed and closed by turns, radiating bewitching splendor and destruction.
"I am Xiao Yan himself. A pleasure to meet you all."
At those words, every hooded, cloaked figure turned to look at him.
Xiao Yan noticed the confusion in their eyes, and his smile widened.
He had