Song Changsheng's actions were seen by Xuan Chen and Yuan Fang. Though they greatly coveted that magic artifact, they tactfully pretended not to have seen anything.
In their previous understanding, they had only known that he was powerful—that several Golden Core Great Perfection Cultivators could not withstand more than a few exchanges in his hands. This was the main reason they had been so obedient.
Only after today's experience did they understand that Song Changsheng's true terror lay in his speed.
Space Shuttle—according to Ancient Books, this was a powerful Secret Art that only Nascent Soul True Lords could master.
Losing in a fight was not frightening. Being unable to outrun one's opponent—that was truly the end.
Under such circumstances, how could they dare ask about the ownership of the magic artifact? It was already fortunate enough that he had not killed them to silence them.
"Alliance Leader, now that matters here have concluded, the two of us shall take our leave first," Xuan Chen said nervously.
Song Changsheng gave a slight nod. "Thank you for your efforts. During this period, do not go out unless necessary. Await the alliance's orders."
"As You Command."
Xuan Chen and Yuan Fang felt as though they had been granted a pardon. They immediately took to the air and departed at top speed.
"Uncle, the Witch Clan excels at witchcraft and Gu arts and is extremely dangerous. Why not eradicate them root and branch?"
"Don't you always say, 'Those not of our race are sure to harbor different hearts'?" Song Qingxing asked in confusion.
"'Those not of our race are sure to harbor different hearts' is not wrong, but it depends on how one understands it.
"No matter who it is, they will certainly prioritize the interests of their own race. Saints who teach