Chapter 1170: Xiang Clan Visitors

When Xiang Shaoyun showed his face, the five from the Xiang Clan were thoroughly stunned. He resembled a certain statue in their clan too much. In fact, it almost looked like the two were built from the same mold. But since they were already warned about this, they were still able to act with relative calm.

"Do you know where this is? This is not a place for you to strut around like you own the place," said Xiang Shaoyun in a calm and unruffled manner.

Among the five, Xiang Shaoyun saw Xiang Zixuan, a familiar face. He had not expected to see him among the visitors. Xiang Zixuan was precisely the young man among the five. He was gazing at Xiang Zixuan with hate. If it wasn't for Xiang Zixuan, he would have been the one to become the Holy Hall's son-in-law.

"We are from Xiang Clan, and we are your elders. The blood of the Xiang Clan flows in you. Are you going to turn on your roots?" berated the old man.

He released his aura, trying to suppress Xiang Shaoyun with his might as a Saint.

However, his oppression was completely ineffective, and Xiang Shaoyun replied coldly, "If it wasn't for the fact that you're from the Xiang Clan, do you think you can even come this far? You actually have the galls to demand that I go out and greet you? Are you stupid? Both my father and I had long separated from the clan. What are you even doing here?"

His words infuriated the group from the Xiang Clan. They naturally had a reason to come to the Ziling Sect.

"Looks like he doesn't welcome us. Let's just leave. A day will come when he regrets this," said Xiang Zixuan.

He definitely didn't wish to see Xiang Shaoyun return to the clan. He already considered Xiang Shaoyun his nemesis.

"There is no rush. Let me have a chat with this young brother," said the beautiful married woman. She looked at Xiang Shaoyun with her charming eyes and said, "Young brother, what is your name?"

"Xiang Shaoyun. How may I address you, big sister?" asked Xiang Shaoyun with a toying look in his eyes.

"Xiang Shaoyun. What a good name. I am Ji Honglei, a widow of your Xiang Clan," replied the beautiful married woman.

"Ji Honglei. This is not a good name. No wonder