But this only left the several Golden Core Realm cultivators who had received that scrap of information even more bewildered. Though they were not old monsters who had lived for thousands or tens of thousands of years,
they were thoroughly familiar with the records handed down within their clan, and those records mentioned no such large group of clansmen leaving to spread their branches and take root elsewhere.
They did know that their clan had originally come from the Lost Continent, and that some of their ancestors had remained there to fight so the clan could establish itself here.
But how could they possibly connect Meng Zhiyuan and his companions to that incident? It had happened in the far, far distant past.
The strongest among Meng Zhiyuan's group had only reached the third tier, and there were even many lesser demons whose spiritual awareness had yet to awaken. At a glance, they were clearly clansmen less than five hundred years old.
Yet this band of outsiders had actually been allotted an excellent cultivation territory.
Many factions within the clan had fought over that place for a long time. The ancestor had simply refused to speak, so none of them had obtained it, and in the end it had been left unused.
Now Meng Zhiyuan and his companions had suddenly taken it, leaving quite a few people deeply displeased.
Thus, at the welcoming banquet the Clan Leader had held a few days earlier, many clansmen had seized the opportunity to challenge Meng Zhiyuan's group.
At first, Meng Zhiyuan and his companions had merely sat in silence, refusing the challenges.
But amid the constant mockery surrounding them, with the Clan Leader offering only a few token rebukes, Meng Zhiyuan's group had finally made their move.
And once they did, the Dark Spirit