"Enough playing around, time to see the patients."
Ye Xiao looked at the old men prostrating themselves on the ground and felt a rare sense of guilt. Why did she feel like she was only bullying the elderly today? The Eight Great Ancient Clans seemed too weak, incomparable to those from a thousand years ago.
A thousand years ago, the ancestors of the Eight Great Clans would rather die than submit before her silver majesty. In the end, she granted their wish to return to dust, but she didn't trouble their descendants, which is why the Eight Great Ancient Clans existed today.
"Xiao."
As Ye Xiao turned around, the clear and elegant voice of a man sounded from behind her.
Upon hearing that single syllable, "Xiao," Su Ye's heart clenched together. Zhu Xiang had always addressed her as Miss Su and had never called her by her name. Yet, Zhu Xiang was now calling another girl's name with a warmth she had never felt before.
