章 1998: Sowing Discord (2)

A cold scoff left Bai Zhi's lips as she sneered at them.

"This is a mistake that involves the Temple of Shadows as well. Contact the Ancient You Clan and ask them to return the Netherworld Ring immediately."

Bai Zhi felt that the Ancient You Clan would never have dared to touch it if they had known that it belonged to the Crimson League.

Ye Qingtang nodded slightly.

"I'll give you three days. After three days, I'll go with you to the Ancient You Clan to get the Netherworld Ring."

Unable to obtain the Netherworld Ring and unable to vent her anger anywhere, Bai Zhi scoffed coldly and flew off. Outside the Temple of Shadows, the eight tribe leaders were all looking gloomy. They had never expected to run into trouble delivering the Netherworld Ring.

Xue Fu was still kneeling on the ground, guilt gnawing at his insides to the point he felt as though it was almost swallowing him whole.