"I'm afraid this old man cannot answer that question." Senior Xuanyuan looked somewhat forlorn. "My injuries were too severe back then, so I found a safe, secluded place to heal alone. As for what became of the Creation Sect, I only heard some news in the Jianghu after coming out this time. So I don't know much more than you do. Even if the Creation Sect's inheritance still survives, I'm afraid it exists in name only."
"Senior, have you never thought of looking for them?" Huang Xiao asked. "Perhaps you could find them?"
"There are rumors in the Jianghu that quite a few people escaped from the Creation Sect back then. These people have never been found, so everyone thinks they might be hiding somewhere." Senior Xuanyuan stared at Huang Xiao. "Do you think that's true?"
"It's always possible," Huang Xiao replied.
"The chances are slim." Senior Xuanyuan sighed. "Those fellows who attacked the Creation Sect back then would hardly have left any seeds of future trouble. I can only wait until my injuries have fully healed, then settle this score with them properly."
Hearing this, Huang Xiao knew that Senior Xuanyuan was still quite pessimistic about the matter and did not really believe any of his descendants were still alive.
But thinking about it, that made sense. After all, without him there to hold the fort, the Creation Sect had been plundered by practically all the Great Powers. In Senior Xuanyuan's eyes, no one could possibly have survived.
"Senior, what if I told you that some of your descendants are still alive?" Huang Xiao took a deep breath.
"Hmm?" Senior Xuanyuan fixed his eyes on Huang Xiao.
"I know that Senior Xuan Yuanxiang is still alive," Huang Xiao added.
"He's still alive?" Senior Xuanyuan murmured.
Huang Xiao said nothing.