"A sinner through the ages?" Chu Nan let out a cold laugh, his face showing indifference.
Compared to Chu Nan, Bu Qingfeng's Ancestral Bloodline was like a firefly next to a bright moon, the two weren't even on the same level.
But for now, Chu Nan couldn't reveal his own Ancestral Bloodline, as this was the Desolate Ancient Holy Hall, not the Ancestor Sect!
Lan Zhanhan said solemnly, "You're right, the Ninth Palace Master must be a Martial Artist who controls the Ancestral Bloodline, you don't qualify."
Bu Qingfeng's control over the Ancestral Bloodline was his biggest trump card, giving Lan Zhanhan full confidence.
At the same time, a sense swept over them from the sky above the Desolate Ancient Holy Hall. Chu Nan felt a chill down his spine, as if he had been targeted by a venomous snake.
He immediately understood that this was a warning from a powerful figure in the Desolate Ancient Holy Hall, possibly from the mysterious and mighty First Hall Master.
