The Divine Bloodline within Yang Qing, Bu Er, and their companion awakened, while the Old Clan Chief collapsed on the stone platform and never woke again.
Only after the Old Clan Chief fell did the small stone platform that had carried Yang Qing and the others into the air slowly descend.
By the time they returned to the ground, Wood was already waiting nearby with quite a few members of the Hidden Clan.
A trace of sorrow flashed through Wood's eyes as he looked at the Old Clan Chief lying on the ground.
If being the chief of another lineage meant prestige and power, being the chief of the Hidden Clan was precisely the opposite.
The Hidden Clan's chief bore the heavy responsibility of bringing the entire clan back to live in the Land of Light. From the moment they assumed the position, their chiefs worked tirelessly to find the savior who could deliver their people.
The chiefs of the Hidden Clan aged quickly because their bodies suffered far too much wear.
Harder still, generation after generation, they kept their vigil, only to die without ever finding that person.
Now, at least, a long-held wish had finally been fulfilled.
Wood brought Yang Qing and his two companions back to the house where the clan chief had lived, while the other clan members took the deceased chief elsewhere.
Yang Qing knew this was a matter for their clan, so he asked no further questions.
What he had to face now was the problem the Old Clan Chief had left behind.
The Old Clan Chief had helped awaken their bloodlines, and in return, they needed to resolve the enormous problem that had plagued the Hidden Clan for countless centuries.
If they still could not endure the light, the Hidden Clan would eventually