"Qin Yuan, how are you?"
"Are your injuries serious?"
Eastern Emperor Taiyi turned to look at Qin Yuan.
His eyes were filled with deep concern.
This petite and delicate woman had been his first woman.
She was also the woman who had let him experience pleasure.
She held a very important place in his heart.
Qin Yuan shook her head.
"Actually, it's nothing serious."
"It's just that I was trapped in Shebishi's poisonous gas for too long."
"It slightly damaged my foundation."
"Other than that, there's nothing wrong!"
Only after hearing this did Eastern Emperor Taiyi let out a long breath.
He turned to Dijiang.
"I don't want something like this to happen a second time."
"After all, the Witch and Demon Clans have already formed an alliance."
"If something like this happens again, what the hell are we forming an alliance for?"
"Farewell!!!"
Eastern Emperor Taiyi grabbed Qin Yuan's hand.
Then he immediately strode out the door.
Afterward, he transformed into a streak of light and vanished into the horizon.
Leaving only the Ancestral Witches behind, staring at one another.
Dijiang glanced at the departing Shebishi and Tian Wu.
"You two really are useless."
"You did it, and yet you still let them find out?"
"Aren't you ashamed?"
"If there's a next time, figure it out before you do it. Otherwise, I can't afford to lose that kind of face."
With that, Dijiang turned and left.
Leaving behind only the dumbfounded Ancestral Witches.
What did he mean, figure it out before doing it next time?
Why did that sound so unreliable?
They had never felt their eldest brother was this unreliable before.
Now, they only felt as though thunder was crashing in their minds.
Could the Sorcerer Race really endure under their eldest brother's leadership?
A trace of absurdity