"Are you two from the Ancient Clans?"
On the yin-yang altar within the ruins, the Yin-Yang Evil Saint looked at the two of them, surprise and understanding flickering across his face.
A fifteen-year-old seventh-grade intermediate and an eighteen-year-old seventh-grade advanced-even he had to marvel at such talent.
Only after seeing through the unusual bloodline power within them did he understand.
Still, reaching such heights at their age should place them among the very finest geniuses, even among the descendants of the Ancient Clans.
"Yes. I am a descendant of the Yao Clan." Faced with the Yin-Yang Evil Saint's question, Yao Ling nodded obediently.
"A descendant of the Yao Clan..." Something strange flashed in the Yin-Yang Evil Saint's eyes. Then he turned to Xiao Yan. "And you?"
"The Xiao Clan," Xiao Yan answered after a moment's hesitation.
"You're from the Xiao Clan?" Excitement appeared on the Yin-Yang Evil Saint's face.
"Is Xiao Shaobei still alive?"
"Xiao Shaobei? You know our clan leader?" Surprise crossed Xiao Yan's face.
"After all these years, has Shaobei become the Xiao Clan's leader?" A trace of relief appeared on the Yin-Yang Evil Saint's face.
Looks like this old bastard's pretty close to the clan leader. Could they be lovers? Xiao Yan grumbled inwardly, though his expression grew a little less grave.
Judging by this man's attitude toward the Xiao Clan, things were currently in his favor.
"To have become the Xiao Clan's leader, Shaobei must be at least a Seven-Star Dou Saint by now." Nostalgia appeared on the Yin-Yang Evil Saint's face.
"Uh, the minimum requirement for our clan leader is Nine-Star Dou Sheng!"
"Nine-Star Dou Sheng..." The melancholy on the Yin-Yang Evil Saint's face gave way to shock. Beside them, Yao Ling also looked a little envious.
To contend for leadership of the Xiao Clan,