“What you say seems right, Nephew.” Xiao Ming said. He looked at Xiao Bai who was now sitting in front of him. His face, which was usually filled with a friendly smile, now looked serious, filled with frown lines that seemed to indicate the heavy burden he was carrying.“We have to make a new plan, Uncle.” Xiao Bai said. Her eyes, which usually sparkled cheerfully, now radiated strong determination. He had seen for himself the cruelty of Zhi Sao, the leader of the Xiao Clan who had usurped the Patriarch's throne in a cruel way.“You calm down. I've already contacted someone in the Xiao Clan. Come with me to meet him.” Xiao Ming said. He got up from his seat, his muscular body looked sturdy even though he was old.Xiao Bai wondered that in his mind, but he didn't say it. just following where Xiao Ming would take him. He believes in his Uncle, the only family he has left after the tragedy that took away his parents.They walked along the path that cut through the bamboo forest. The wind

The air rippled with anticipation as Zhi Hao stepped out of the Ring World, his heart pounding with renewed vigor. The familiar scent of the Zhi Clan residence filled his nose, a comforting scent that had been lost for a long time. He had spent years within the Ringworld, honing his skills, pushing his limits, and ultimately, discovering power far beyond anything he had ever imagined.Note: Time difference, Ring World 1 Year, big world 1 Day. as he walked through the familiar corridors of the Zhi Clan residence, a feeling of melancholy enveloped him. He remembered the laughter, the friendship, the warmth that once filled these halls. Now, it is a place of whispers and suspicion, a place where his presence is greeted with fear and distrust.He reached the entrance to his father's room, his hand hovering over the beautiful door. He could hear his father's heavy breathing, a sound that echoed the burden he himself carried. He had to be strong, had to be brave, to face the truth that awa

"Why do you want to take over? Isn't there Zhi Hao as the eldest son? After all, he already practiced the Clan's ancestral Lightning Sword Technique." Fifth Elder, an old man with a long white beard and sharp eyes, said as he stood up. He does not agree with Zhi Long's ambitions.Zhi Long smiled sarcastically, "Because he is not my brother." he said.Fifth Elder and the Elders in the room were confused. Because some of them don't know about this problem.Fifth Elder looked at the other elders who were silent. "It seems that I am the only one who doesn't know about this matter.""Now you know, Elder Ling. So I have the right to become the next Patriarch." Zhi Long answered confidently. He knew that Renxiao had spread information about him being the Patriarch's biological son, not an illicit son.Zhi Renxiao stood up, "Nephew, you are still young, it is not time to ascend the throne." he said. His face was filled with a sly smile, but his eyes remained sharp and calculating."Uncle, did

"Not that easy!" Xiao Ming shouted as he jumped to the side, avoiding Zhi Hao's attack. He utilized his agility to counterattack, aiming for Zhi Hao's body.However, Zhi Hao was already prepared. He raised his sword to block the attack. A loud metallic clink was heard as the two weapons met each other."This is for the Zhi Clan!" shouted Zhi Hao excitedly, gathering all his strength and anger.Swoosh! "Lightning Sword Technique - Thunder Rain!"With that shout, Zhi Hao launched a terrifying attack. His sword light radiated, creating the illusion as if the sky was splitting apart. All eyes turned to him, hope and fear mixed within them.Xiao Ming realized the impending danger, but it was too late. Zhi Hao had locked onto his opponent's movements with an unexpected attack.Bang!The attack hit, and the sound of clanking metal echoed throughout the arena.Xiao Ming, his once bright red robe now stained with a ghastly crimson, lay limp against a sharp rock. his breath came in short gasps

The wind rustled through the bamboo forest, imitating Xiao Bai's panicked heartbeat. He stumbled into a remote meadow, his tattered clothes sticking to his sweat-drenched skin. He collapsed on the mossy ground, gasping for breath, his eyes wide with fear."Xiao Bai!" a deep voice echoed, slicing through the symphony of wind. A figure emerged from the shadows, his face etched with worry. It was Xiao Mandai, the third uncle of the Xiao clan, a renowned warrior known for his calm demeanor and unwavering loyalty."Uncle!" Xiao Bai choked, his voice trembling. “Xiao Clan… they have been destroyed.”Xiao Mandai's forehead wrinkled, his eyes narrowed. "Destroyed? By whom?"“Zhi Clan,” Xiao Bai whispered, his voice almost inaudible. "They attacked without warning. They… they killed everyone."A wave of anger washed over Xiao Mandai. "How could it be?" he asked, his voice filled with disbelief. “The Zhi clan only has a handful of warriors, and the strongest among them barely reached the Earth