But now...
A human cultivator of unknown origins had named their ancestor outright.
Xiao Ye's mind raced.
He had no idea who this man was or what relationship he had with their ancestor.
But one thing was certain: anyone who could utter the name "Xiao Wuwang" had not come here on a whim.
No outsider could possibly know that name.
"Senior, do you know our clan's ancestor?" Xiao Ye asked in a lowered voice.
Chen Hao offered no explanation. He simply repeated, "Is he here?"
Xiao Ye fell silent for two seconds.
He glanced back at the two Clan Elders behind him. They looked even more nervous than he was.
They were of a more senior generation and held their ancestor in even deeper reverence. One of them nodded slightly.
Xiao Ye turned back.
"Our ancestor is still with us." He weighed his words. "But he has not appeared for nearly a thousand years."
Chen Hao nodded without asking any further questions.
Xiao Ye waited a moment. When the man showed no intention of continuing, his unease only grew.
Who exactly was this man, and what did he want with their ancestor?
He dared not neglect him.
"If you would not mind, Senior, please come into our clan grounds for a chat." Xiao Ye stepped aside and gestured for him to proceed.
Chen Hao did not refuse. He followed with Chen Siyao and Yang Wanqing.
Xiao Ye led the way. The two Clan Elders followed just behind on either side, occasionally glancing at Chen Hao, then hastily looking away each time.
It was like looking into a bank of fog. They could see through nothing.
Yang Wanqing leaned toward Chen Siyao's ear and whispered, "Yaoyao, does Master know their ancestor?"
Chen Siyao shook her head slightly. "I don't know."
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