"Return to the Yao Clan?"
Looking at the smiling young face before him, Yao Lao wore an expression of melancholy and uncertainty.
Since being driven out of the Yao Clan in his youth, hundreds of years had passed. Although he had grown into a towering figure in the Central Plains, and his alchemy had even reached the ninth rank, he still lacked the confidence to go to the Yao Clan and demand justice for himself.
He knew that before a powerful clan with over ten thousand years of ancient heritage, even an ordinary Dou Sheng could not overturn the decisions of these Ancient Clans.
Yet today, his disciple Xiao Yan could help him redress that humiliation.
At that thought, Yao Lao looked at Xiao Yan with gratitude mingled with indescribably complicated feelings.
He recalled their first meeting, when Xiao Yan had been nothing more than a unruly fifteen-year-old boy. If not for the Xiao Clan's overwhelming might and Xiao Yan's heaven-defying talent, Yao Lao really would have had far too much interest in the brat.
Yet in just a few short years, that little rascal had grown into a towering figure whom even the entire Yao Clan had to treat with courtesy. Even he, Medicine Saint Yao Chen, now needed to borrow the boy's reputation to seek justice from the Yao Clan.
"Thank you."
Yao Lao spoke softly, his voice weathered by the years.
"Why say that, Teacher? We're master and disciple. Helping you with this is only what I should do as your disciple."
Xiao Yan merely smiled. After their years together, he had developed considerable faith in Yao Lao's character. No wonder Yao Lao had wielded such tremendous influence in the original novel.
"There's no time to lose. Let's set off now."
With a casual motion, Xiao Yan