The Spatial Rift Above the Xiao Clan

The man beside the elder was handsome and tall, drawing the eyes of the young women. Sure enough, many of the girls in the hall were looking at him.

The young woman with him, however, clearly had no interest in him. She did not even spare him a glance.

She was lovely, with the fresh, unripe charm of youth. Only one other person in the hall could compare with her.

The atmosphere in the reception hall was strange.

The clan leader seated at the head of the hall looked tense. Inwardly, he prayed that the three guests had not come for the reason he feared.

Just then, a boy with a still-youthful face entered the hall.

Everyone, whether a member of the clan or one of the three guests, turned to look at him.

Some gazes held pity, others concern. Some belonged to people content to watch from a distance, but most were openly mocking, waiting for a spectacle.

The boy seemed used to such looks. He showed little reaction, merely shaking his head.

His gaze swept over the three guests. When he saw the Medal on the young woman's chest, he thought of his own experiences and gave a bitter smile.

He quickly steadied his tangled emotions, strode forward, and bowed respectfully to the four people above him. "Father, Elders!"

"Yan'er, you're here. Come, sit down." The clan leader smiled and nodded, gesturing to him.

The other three Elders, however, looked impatient and disdainful. Clearly, they thought little of the boy.

Indeed, this vast land was the Dou Qi Continent, a world where people cultivated Dou Qi and strength reigned supreme.

Its cultivation realms, from lowest to highest, were Dou Qi, Dou Zhe, Dou Shi, Great Dou Shi, Dou Ling, Dou Wang, Dou Emperor, Dou Zong, Dou Zun, Dou