"Not bad. It seems Fellow Daoist Luo knows the Flying Spirit Race quite well!"
Yu Dianzhu smiled and nodded.
However, Luo Hong could not smile at all.
After all, the Five-Light Clan's Sacred Soul was guarded year-round by several Integration Stage elders, and throughout the ages, it had fended off countless powerful enemies for the Five-Light Clan.
The Five-Light Clan had survived to this day and remained one of the Flying Spirit Race's twelve main branches largely because of the Five-Colored Sacred Soul!
Whoever touched it would undoubtedly become locked in a fight to the death with the Five-Light Clan!
If betrayal of the clan could be ranked by severity, Yu Dianzhu was clearly among the most thorough traitors.
"Hmph, judging by your appearance, Senior, you were likely once a Holy Son of the Five-Light Clan. Why are you plotting against your own clan like this?"
Not every Five-Light Clan cultivator possessed abundant Five-Colored True Blood. On the contrary, the vast majority of them had thin bloodlines.
Only those Five-Light Clan Members whose talent was great enough to draw the attention of the Five-Colored True Soul would be granted Five-Colored True Blood by the elders and become Holy Sons of the clan.
Thus, Yu Dianzhu must have received immense grace from his clan in his early years!
Yet now, he had completely fallen to the Five-Light Clan's opposite side and was outrageously plotting against the Five-Colored True Soul. It truly made one curious about what had happened to him.
"You need not know too much about my affairs, Fellow Daoist Luo. If you want a wisp of the Five-Colored True Soul, cooperate with me. Do not waste words on anything else!"
Upon hearing this, Yu Dianzhu immediately revealed a resentful expression, as though he had recalled some past event.
"Luo