Once Yao Lao's consciousness returned and the others recovered from their shock, Yao Ming's voice rang out beyond the door.
After briefly putting the clan's affairs in order, Yao Ming hurried over to thank Xiao Yan.
"Brother Xiao Yan, I truly owe you for this!" Yao Ming bowed to Xiao Yan in gratitude.
Then he respectfully saluted Cai Lin, the other two women, and Yao Lao.
He was especially reverent toward Yao Lao, bowing lower and lower.
From what he could sense, the man before him possessed unfathomable strength. He was probably at least a three-star or even four-star expert.
Xiao Yan smiled and waved a hand. "It was no trouble."
"Brother Xiao Yan, I must repay this tremendous kindness. Do you have time now? Our clan has something that might interest you..." Yao Ming pondered for a moment, then smiled.
"What is it?" Xiao Yan raised an eyebrow, asking despite already knowing the answer.
"Have you ever heard of the Yellow Springs Demon Saint, Brother Xiao Yan?" Yao Ming asked with a smile.
At those words, Xiao Yan and Yao Lao exchanged a glance and both smiled.
Their reaction startled Yao Ming. Something felt off; neither of them seemed remotely surprised.
After briefly explaining the Yellow Springs Demon Saint's origins, Yao Ming led the group toward the Yellow Springs Stone Tablet.
Within mere minutes, they landed atop an ancient altar.
The altar was magnificent, built entirely from enormous blocks of blue-green stone.
They landed at its summit, where a pale yellow stone tablet roughly a thousand feet tall stood at the center.
The moment Xiao Yan arrived, an ancient aura washed over him.
His expression shifted as he looked up at the towering stone tablet before him. All manner of rare runes were engraved upon it, flickering faintly with