After another explanation, Mengyun Wulei finally hurried away.
Ye Wushuang stood there for a moment, watching her chaotic footsteps. He muttered to himself, 'Did I really need to explain it that many times?'
Watching the two of them leave, Ye Wushuang fell into contemplation. He was rather curious about the Slaying Monarch Ancestor's inheritance.
'I might as well go take a look. If the Slaying Monarch Ancestor truly had some ulterior motive, he would have acted long ago. There's no need to go through all this trouble.'
After a moment's hesitation, Ye Wushuang followed them.
Led by the Slaying Monarch Ancestor, Ye Wushuang left the main hall and arrived in a mysterious valley.
The fragrance of flowers filled the valley, which bloomed in a riot of brilliant colors. The Spiritual Qi here was dense and vibrant.
A Golden-Winged Roc Phenomenon roamed the sky above, its brilliant golden light making for a magnificent sight.
"Ancestor, where is this?"
