"Even if you relied on the power of a Magical Treasure, to unleash such Sword Dao Divine Techniques… Elder Miao, you certainly haven't lived all these years in vain."
"...A Demon Cultivator!" Elder Miao's face was grim, his mind racing.
"So you were the one pulling the strings all along!"
"That's right." Yann Nanshuang nodded.
"Unfortunately."
"You found out too late."
As she spoke, she beckoned lightly. One by one, Walking Corpses emerged from all directions and closed in.
Although these Walking Corpses had tough hides, Elder Miao paid them no mind.
But,
"Yann Weiran!"
Elder Miao's gaze fell on one of the Walking Corpses. The veins on the hand gripping his cane bulged, and his face twisted into a ferocious expression.
"You actually refined your own family's Patriarch into a Walking Corpse!"
"So..."
