Immortal Master Guanlan was a member of the Hidden Clan—something Xu Zimo had never expected.
Like the Heavenly Clan that had been exterminated, the Hidden Clan had also been wiped out long ago.
Yet the reason for their extermination, and the culprit behind it, remained unknown.
It was as though, in some distant age, this neither large nor small clan had suddenly vanished from the Yuanyang Continent.
No one had ever seen another member of the Hidden Clan, nor were there any records concerning them.
Yet today, in this remote mortal village, Xu Zimo had actually encountered people from a clan that had supposedly been exterminated.
The wings growing from Immortal Master Guanlan's back were enormous.
They were a pair of black wings covered in blood-red patterns.
The wings seemed to be an organ of his body.
With their emergence, Immortal Master Guanlan's speed became incomparably fast.
More than five times faster than before.
"Looks like you know quite a lot," Immortal Master Guanlan said, narrowing his eyes.
After all, the Hidden Clan had vanished from the Yuanyang Continent several eras ago.
Many people had already forgotten them, and even more had never heard of this clan at all.
There were countless races in the world. A clan that had never produced a Great Emperor and had always remained neither prominent nor obscure was indeed difficult to remember.
"I'm becoming more and more interested in what's going on here," Xu Zimo said with a smile.
"This is a mud pit. The more you know, the faster you die," Immortal Master Guanlan replied calmly.
He flew through the air, pale blue spiritual energy swirling around him.
He swooped down from above.
"You still refuse to give up," Xu Zimo said, shaking his head with a smile.
"An ant is still