After living alone and lonely in this world for over a decade, Xiao Yan had never expected to be lucky enough to meet someone from his homeland in a little place like Demon Flame Valley. It put him in a wonderful mood.
As for their differing identities and allegiances, Xiao Yan did not particularly mind. Once he possessed absolute strength, such things could all be changed.
If he attained the cultivation level of a Dou Di, or even just a peak nine-star Dou Saint, protecting a Saint Daughter of the Hun Clan would hardly be a major problem.
After all, Xiao Shaobei had managed to protect his little lover and help her escape safely back then. The Hun Clan still possessed power second only to the Ancient Seven Clans today precisely because Xiao Xuan had deliberately spared them.
Otherwise, how difficult could it possibly have been for a Dou Di to wipe out the Hun Clan's entire bloodline?
As for whether Xiao Xuan had turned a blind eye and spared those Hun Clan remnants to leave behind a threat that could temper the Xiao Clan's younger generation, or whether he had some other purpose, Xiao Yan had no way of knowing.
In any case, he did not believe his ancestor had left them alive out of kindness or compassion.
Even so, Xiao Yan's current strength did not give him much real authority within the clan. Those ordinary Dou Sheng elders gave him some face partly because of his extraordinary talent, but more importantly, out of respect for the Clan Ancestor, Xiao Xuan.
Otherwise, no matter how heaven-defying the talent of a mere Dou Zong or Dou Zun might be, a Dou Sheng expert would never truly consider him all that important.
Soon, Xiao Yan returned to Demon Flame Valley. After