A matter of life and death?
Xiao Zhan froze. His first reaction was disbelief. What deadly crisis could the Xiao Clan possibly face?
But seeing Chen Cang's serious expression, with no hint of pretense, Xiao Zhan could not help taking it to heart.
"Chen Cang, you've lived in the Xiao Clan before. You know what sort of man I am. If this is a joke, I can take it. If it's true, the Xiao Clan will be deeply grateful and will never forget your kindness. Please, speak plainly."
Chen Cang nodded slightly. As a clan leader, Xiao Zhan was competent in every respect apart from his glaring weakness in strength.
And judging by the original course of events, he was a tough nut to crack. Even after the Soul Clan captured him, he held out until the very end without breathing a word.
Under the influence of various factors, the Soul Clan had become so afraid he would kick the bucket that they forcibly raised him to the Dou Huang Realm. Calling it a miracle would not have been an exaggeration.
Judging by those experiences, Xiao Zhan could be trusted.
Even so, Chen Cang silently lit a stick of Drunken Dragon Incense.
It was an unusual medicinal herb. Once lit, its scent caused anyone who inhaled it to forget everything that happened during that time. They would only regain their clarity once the incense burned out.
Its drawback was that the effect would fail as soon as they circulated their Dou Qi.
It was rather like a chicken rib-hardly worth keeping, yet a shame to discard-but in certain special situations, it really could work wonders.
Such as right now.
Chen Cang had obtained this Drunken Dragon Incense from the Storage Ring of Kui Muti of the Nightmare Demon Tribe. It