Wangjiao Star Domain, Qingluo Heaven.
At that moment, Huan Lou was sitting cross-legged inside a quiet room, with more than a dozen Void Refining Stage cultivators of the Celestial Race standing before him.
"Still no trace of that brat...?"
After hearing him, a Celestial Race cultivator stepped out from the crowd opposite him.
"Reporting to Duke Huan, the divination cultivators in the clan have been working day and night, but even today they still haven't detected that brat's aura. It's likely he has already escaped Wangjiao Star Domain..."
Hearing this, Huan Lou secretly sighed.
It had been more than half a year since that brat broke through the ninth-grade formation and escaped.
The clan had dispatched another large group of elite Void Refining Stage clansmen to Wangjiao Star Domain, but despite all these people turning the place upside down for several months, they hadn't found even the slightest trace of him.
"Those two old devils haven't caused any trouble lately, have they...?"
"Other than constantly making us send them some top-grade cauldrons, they haven't made much of a fuss..."
Hearing this, Huan Lou's expression darkened as well.
Whenever he thought of those two despicable old bastards, a surge of fury would shoot through his heart.
But if he wanted to kill that Little Demon, he could only accept their extortion. Huan Lou could only forcibly suppress the anger in his heart.
When had the God Clan fallen to such a state that they actually had to heed the whims of those lowly humans?
Just as Huan Lou was letting his thoughts run wild, a fellow clansman hurried in from outside.
"Duke Huan... Duke Huan, we've detected that brat's aura..."
With a loud whoosh, Huan Lou sprang to his feet.
"What did you say? You found that brat's trail? Where is