She had waited far too many years for this promise from Xiao Yan.
After all, she had truly been Xiao Yan's first woman. Although the grand procession he had brought might not rival the one for Gu Xun'er of the Gu Clan, it had at least stirred the entire Yao Clan.
Seeing the tears glimmering at the corners of Yao Ling's eyes, Xiao Yan drew a deep breath, reached out to gently wipe them away, and said softly, "Come with me."
"Mm."
Yao Ling nodded gently, without the slightest hesitation.
While the Xiao Clan might feel unfamiliar to Xiao Yan's other women, who also had many attachments they could not let go of, Yao Ling was in precisely the opposite situation.
Every expert in the Yao Clan wished she would marry into the Xiao Clan and become Xiao Yan's woman immediately. Only then would the Yao Clan have a chance to flourish again in the future.
Besides, as members of the Ancient Eight Clans, returning to visit the Yao Clan could hardly be easier for her.
At this sight, Yao Dan and Xiao Shaobei exchanged a glance, smiles appearing at the corners of their mouths. The Yao Clan elders behind Yao Dan smiled even more broadly.
Little Yao Ling, you must work harder and give birth to a little Xiao Yan first.
Yao Dan thought to himself, while the many elders of the Yao Clan were also lost in thought.
With Xiao Yan and Yao Ling's heaven-defying aptitude, any child they had would be a promising alchemist as surely as a nail driven into iron, and might even possess equally heaven-defying talent.
And half that child's bloodline would belong to the Yao Clan.
Thus, whether the child eventually rose to the upper ranks of the Yao Clan or the Xiao