"The Xiang Clan?" Xiang Shaoyun raised his brow.

Inwardly, he thought, They're here this fast?

Xiang Zong had died before him, and he still had Xiang Zong's possessions in his hands. He hadn't even had the chance to browse through the loot, yet the Xiang Clan was already here for him.

Since they were already here, he had no choice but to meet them. He said, "Let them in."

Waiting outside the sect was a group of five. Three of them were men, and two of them were women. The group was led by an old man with white hair and a rosy complexion. His wavy white hair exuded incredible grace, and his face was as rosy as a young man's. Every now and then, his eyes flickered with a hard-to-detect rad...