In the City Lord's Mansion.
After Nie Li returned safely, he began to continue his secluded training.
The spirit puppet that sealed the ancestral soul flitted around, feeling fresh after staying in the Heavenly Illusion Sacred Realm for so long.
Ye Yan, the ancestral spirit, felt novelty wherever he went.
“I never thought that after a thousand years, Glory City would not have fallen and is still alive today. Those days still give me the chills when I think back!” Ye Yan sighed, “I heard that the current City Lord also bears the Ye surname. I wonder if he is a descendant of my Thunder Clan.”
“Ye Yan, you shouldn’t think about this anymore. The Thunder Clan was long destroyed, and now the City Lord is from the Snow Wind Family!” Nie Li opened his eyes and said.
“You brat, you might not know this, but the Snow Wind Family is actually a descendant of the Thunder Clan. They are our branch family. Even if the City Lord sees me, he must respectfully call me an ancestor! How dare you disrespect me…” Ye Yan huffed proudly.