Soul Clan Square was the main gathering place for members of the Soul Clan, where most clan activities, large and small, were held. Thus, numerous teleportation arrays connected directly to the square had been established throughout the clan's domain, allowing members summoned for urgent assemblies to reach it as quickly as possible.
There was also a teleportation array near Hun Changqing's island. In less than half an incense stick's time, he crossed the Soul Clan's domain, which spanned almost half the Central Plains, traveling from his remote little island to the square.
A dazzling light flared on the main teleportation platform in Soul Clan Square, and Hun Changqing's figure slowly appeared within the array. As always, he wore pitch-black robes that concealed him completely, his aura drawn entirely into his body without the slightest distinguishing trace.
His arrival immediately drew the attention of the dozen or so people present. Gaze after gaze landed on him, brimming with malice.
The Soul Clan worshipped strength and was rife with conflict and slaughter. Though its members possessed some sense of belonging to their clan, it was pitifully scant compared to that of other clans.
Naturally, they had no pleasant expressions to spare for Hun Changqing, who had vanished for so long, whose strength remained unknown, yet who had suddenly taken someone else's Heavenly Tomb quota and made everyone wait here for him as though he were some grand lord.
Hun Changqing paid little heed to those gazes. Instead, he narrowed his eyes slightly and studied the people before him, his gaze slowly passing over them one by one.
Among them was naturally Xingxiu, who kept some distance from the others, standing alone in her beauty and offering him a faint smile.
There were also Hun Li and Hun Ya, both fairly well-known within