章 1997: Sowing Discord (1)

The main hall fell into a deathly silence.

Bai Zhi suddenly laughed as she looked at Ye Qingtang.

"Mo Yao, you're really surprising me more and more with your audacity. You actually put up such an elaborate show just to keep the Netherworld Ring for yourself."

Ye Qingtang looked back at her.

It's a show alright, just not the way you're thinking.

Retracting her gaze, she turned her sights on Xue Fu.

"What happened?"

Xue Fu didn't dare keep anything to himself and spilled all of the details about the Ancient You Clan's theft. He had no idea that the Ancient You Clan would attack them.

The Ancient You Clan and the Temple of Shadows had been at odds for the longest time. They rarely crossed paths with each other apart from this encounter.

Which was why Xue Fu had never expected them to be attacked. Yet he had no idea how many times his master and Ming Di had provoked the Ancient You Clan.