Xuanyuan Yao's gaze drifted toward the direction of Death Mountain, his eyes filled with unresolved sorrow.
The divine power on his body was separated from the Artifact Spirit of the Demon-locking Tower through many methods, and many people died to achieve it.
If he weren't worried about the divine power being affected by being too close to the Demon-locking Tower's Artifact Spirit,
he would have already personally skinned alive everyone who was causing trouble over there.
He had never met someone as troublesome and long-lived as Yun Ran.
In the past, others had also discovered their schemes, but none of those people ever returned.
Even now, Xuanyuan Yao couldn't figure out how Yun Ran, a perfectly fine heiress, had suddenly risen in power.
Nor had he figured out the origins of the Qingfeng Temple behind Yun Ran.
Could it really be that they were descendants of other branches of the Witch Clan and could therefore rival them?
