"Senior, there is indeed something under our ancestral grave. We, we have a tradition passed down from our ancestors that every time we perform ancestral rites, we must kill ten Demon Beasts in front of the ancestral tomb to offer blood to our ancestors."
"Every time we kill a Demon Beast, we can feel a heart-palpitating aura. Thinking about it now, there's truly something beneath our ancestral grave. A True Dragon, it must be a True Dragon!"
In order to survive, Shui Cang was trying every means to make Ji Yuan believe this story.
Only if Ji Yuan believed this story would they have value, and with value, there was hope for survival.
"Foolish!"
Ji Yuan sneered, his voice gradually fading until it completely disappeared, along with Shui Kai at the door.
"Se... Senior?"
Shui Cang tentatively called out once, but there was no response.
Yet the mist shrouding the entire Shui Family Manor did not dissipate.
