"Damn it!"
Da Peng's expression turned grim as well.
He understood what Qing Luan meant.
A pure-blooded phoenix—one whose aura Qing Luan even recognized—meant that he had indeed belonged to the Phoenix Clan back then. His status within the Phoenix Clan had not been low, and he might very well still be within the Phoenix Clan even now.
"Princess Qing Luan~"
At that moment, Bai Jie stepped forward and asked anxiously, "Then what about my White Tiger Clan's—"
"Here."
Before Bai Jie could finish, Qing Luan irritably took out a portrait and tossed it to her.
After doing so, Qing Luan spoke, "This is the one from your White Tiger Clan who came to the Phoenix Clan back then."
"After learning that we had been plotted against, although we did not retain this fellow's aura, we remembered his appearance and created this portrait."
"You needn't worry that it is false. I derived it by comparing the memories of more than a dozen Elders. There cannot be any mistake."
"It's him!"
Yet Bai Jie paid no heed to Qing Luan's words. Instead, she stared fixedly at the figure in the portrait, her expression shifting unpredictably, her eyes filled with disbelief and incredulity.
"You know him?"
Taking in this scene, Qing Luan raised her brow and asked.
At this moment, the killing intent in her heart was immense. After all, the information that fellow had spread had led to the decline of the Phoenix Clan back then.
Far too many pure-blooded phoenixes had died in that battle, directly causing the Phoenix Clan to never recover afterward.
"I do know him!"
Coming back to her senses, Bai Jie said with a livid expression, "Within the clan, he was known as a good old fellow. He had even always worked hard to guide the