The three tattoos flickered with a dark light, sometimes bright, sometimes dim, with an eerie aura that remained unaffected by the searing fire qi.
Yann Wanyun's eyes were about to burst, his seat unmoving as if rooted to the ground.
A quarter of an hour later, his expression gradually calmed, and the tattoos on his body dimmed, lying on his skin like ordinary pigment marks.
"Clan Leader."
The Great Elder quickly entered, having been unsettled by the rushing blood qi, still feeling its tremors at that moment.
Yann Wanyun casually picked up a hemp robe from the side, wiped himself, and then put it on.
"Lord Jishan has long noticed something strange about me, so he both helps me and guards against me, but I don't blame the old thing, he's in a tough spot too."
"Clan Leader, how about we leave, migrate westward, head south, and let the folks of Yu Region and Luo Region behind us personally feel the Xiaoyang."
