The instant he saw the Spotted Emperor, everything suddenly fell into place in Xiao Yan's mind.
During the battle at Maple City in the Black-Corner Region, the Hall of Souls' Sand Protector had exposed his teacher's identity. Almost everyone present had learned of his teacher's existence. Xiao Yan could not possibly believe there had been no spies from other factions among them.
With so many people there, news of Yao Lao must have leaked out. Xiao Yan and the others simply had not taken the issue seriously at the time.
Yao Lao fell silent upon hearing Xiao Yan's words.
Only he, who had experienced it firsthand, understood how terrifying the Hall of Souls was. If news of him really had leaked, it would hardly bode well for his disciple.
What do I do? What do I do? What should I do?
Thinking that the Hall of Souls might very well be backing the Misty Cloud Sect, Xiao Yan now saw the sect as a beast with its bloody maw stretched wide, waiting for him to walk into its trap and crawl inside of his own accord.
But Xiao Yan could not abandon the First Elder and the others. That went against his nature. For a moment, this sudden turn of events left him scrambling.
Inside the Storage Ring, Yao Lao sensed Xiao Yan's violently fluctuating emotions. Watching his restless agitation, his gaze grew incomparably gentle, his expression serene. He even broke into a broad smile.
Apart from when the boy first lost his dou qi and when Xiao Fan fell into the Fallen Heart Flame's maw, Yao Lao had never sensed such intense emotional turmoil in Xiao Yan over all these years-not even when he obtained a heavenly flame.
In the deserted space inside the Storage Ring, the aged soul