"Just luck..."
Xiao Yan smiled and cupped his hands, his expression unchanged.
He did not mind being tested. After all, disciples of the Ancient Eight Clans were inherently proud and haughty; those like the Stone Clan were rare instead.
Yet as he studied the Yan Clan members, he privately formed some guesses.
Among the Ancient Eight Clans.
The Gu Clan was stubborn and mediocre, the Soul Clan sinister and cunning, the Lei Clan hot-tempered, the Yao Clan arrogant, the Stone Clan honest and steadfast, and the Xiao Clan righteous and bold. The Spirit Clan was low-key and reserved, the most mysterious of the Ancient Eight Clans, while the last of them, the Yan Clan, excelled most at controlling fire.
Yet this group was poor at refining medicine.
Perhaps their attributes lacked the wood attribute. In any case, they fell far short of the Yao Clan's natural-born alchemists.
Their temperaments were fairly straightforward, too, without any underhanded tricks. In the original story, they had even tacitly helped him. Speaking of which, among the entire Ancient Seven Clans, only the Gu Clan and Soul Clan had shown him malice... the Yao Clan's hostility was because of his teacher, Yao Chen, and was not even as deep as the Gu Clan's.
It was rather laughable, but it was the truth.
"Luck couldn't have brought you this far..."
Huo Ling chuckled, then made an introduction. "This is our clanswoman, Huo Zhi. Her elder brother, Huo Xuan, is the young clan leader of our Fire Clan." "Brother Xiao." The woman wore a white veil over her head, obscuring her face, but her figure was excellent, even voluptuous, almost rivaling Cai Lin's. She cupped her hands toward Xiao Yan as she spoke.
Xiao Yan took a seat, while Huo Ling brought up the Xiao Clan's downfall