Wang Xiu gazed at the old man and asked, "Senior… could you elaborate?"
The old man said, "There isn't much to elaborate on; this old man only knows the gist of it. It all goes back to that incident in the Northern Sea. Not one in ten of the prodigies from the Upper Realm survived. Most of them died within the Northern Sea's ancient ruins, but there was one Ancient Clan whose prodigies were slaughtered by the Saint Heir of the Sanqing Immortal Sect before the ruins even opened. Bearing a grudge, they set up spies and laid ambushes in the Upper Realm..."
Hearing this, Wang Xiu's pupils contracted. "Are you speaking of the Yi Clan?"
The old man looked at him in surprise. "You know of them? It's no wonder. That incident must have been widely known in the outside world. It must have caused quite a stir at the time!"
