He saw a group of people gathered inside a high tower, discussing something.
Though it was far away, when he reached the edge, he felt as if he were there in person, hearing everything clearly.
"That guy must die, he's too recklessly bold. If we let him do as he pleases, who knows what chaos will follow." The speaker's accent had a hint of the Great Tang's elegance.
"The Blessed Lands of the Cave Heaven, the Outer Domain, the realm of ancient dreams—so many things we are supposed to guard. That person from Fuyu Mountain is delusional, he's not ambitious; he's a great scoundrel trying to overturn everything."
"We must get rid of him; he wants to destroy everything. We must destroy Scorching Sun; we cannot let him succeed."
Wen Yan listened to the dialect, which was somewhat heavy, and roughly understood what the other party meant.
This must have been something from the Thirteenth Ancestor's time.
Just, why did he come here?
