One year. One full year had passed, and Xiang Shaoyun had yet to leave the ancestral pond. The Xiang Clan's higher-ups all believed that there was no hope that he could still return. That day, Xiang Youjing and about 10 other people came to the ancestral pond. Among the group were several of the oldest ones in the clan and Xiang Yangxuan, who was firmly against Xiang Shaoyun. Each of them came with a different emotion.

"It has been an entire year, yet he still hasn't left. Looks like Yangxuan was right. He is probably someone who had obtained the ancestor's inheritance," said one of the old men with a sigh.

"Like I said, he had merely obtained some inheritance by luck. That was how he knew the ancestor's...