Ever since the war between the two clans a thousand years ago, the Hun Clan had vanished from the Dou Qi Continent. Although some of its powerful members occasionally surfaced over the centuries, and the Xiao Clan's experts had killed a number of Hun Clan remnants, they were all small fry in the end.
The Hall of Souls was different, however. It had been the Hun Clan's outsourced operation back then. Although two of its Saints had participated in the war, quite a few of its experts had stayed out of it.
These experts were not only powerful, but clever, too.
After learning that the Hun Clan had been destroyed, rather than rushing off hotheadedly to avenge it, they had immediately gone into hiding. They had even scattered to hide separately, giving the Xiao Clan members quite a headache.
Moreover, the first half of the war, before Xiao Xuan became an Emperor, had cost the Xiao Clan quite a few experts. Thus, the clan had temporarily left those remnants alone to recuperate and rebuild.
Now, a thousand years later, the Xiao Clan could trounce the Hun Clan of old even without Xiao Xuan. Yet its leaders had made no deliberate effort to hunt the Hall of Souls down across the continent.
They merely sent out generation after generation of young people to search for them as a form of training.
Still, capturing any of these people would earn considerable merit.
At Xiao Yan's current speed, he easily returned to Wutan City from Salt City in less than two hours.
Wutan City was much as it always was. Within their estate, the Zhang Family's members cultivated or fought as usual, completely unaware of the figure slowly appearing above them.
Xiao Yan gazed coldly at the people below, a trace of ruthlessness