In the ancient city of the Qin clan, streams of light could be seen everywhere. It was a busy scene.
Clamoring sounds could be heard from the four corners of the ancient city, and it gradually became lively.
"What's going on?"
At this time, on a mountain peak in a corner of the ancient city, a young man stepped out of his cave and looked around with a surprised expression.
The appearance of this young man was somewhat ordinary. He also had an ordinary aura, just like any ordinary disciple of the Qin clan.
He swept forward and encountered many disciples.
The disciples were originally discussing intensely, but when they saw him, they all stopped talking and their expressions became strange.
"What happened? Why are there so many elders?"
The young man asked.
"This ..."
The group of disciples looked at him and hesitated.
"What's wrong? Is there anything you can't say?" The young man asked, puzzled.
"It's that Tang guy!"
