The people of the Immortal Wood Clan pinned all responsibility for the infection they were suffering on Jiang Ping An.
They believed that if Jiang Ping An had not won the competition and obtained fragments of the Ancient Being's corpse for the Immortal Wood Clan, their clan would never have fallen into crisis.
It was Jiang Ping An who had brought disaster upon the Immortal Wood Clan.
Cheng Yi did not dare interrupt when he heard the clanspeople's discussion.
Jiang Ping An had originally warned him in advance that there was a problem with the blood and told him to report it to the Clan Leader.
But he had not taken it seriously at the time and had ignored it.
Who could have known that something would really go wrong?
If the clanspeople found out about this, they would certainly blame him.
Cheng Yi kept his mouth shut and pretended he knew nothing.
Ding Song Qun, the Clan Leader of the Immortal Wood Clan seated in the foremost position, wore an expression that shifted repeatedly.
He had actually seen Jiang Ping An's warning message long ago.
But he had not cared in the slightest.
He believed himself to be a top God King. How could a mere few drops of blood affect him?
Yet the result proved that he had underestimated the strangeness of the Ancient Being's blood.
Who could have known that the blood could directly invade the Origin and assimilate it?
Ding Song Qun drew a deep breath.
"For this period of time, none of those infected by the blood are to leave the Ancestral Land. Those who have not been infected will research pills and see whether they can restore everyone to normal."
"Also, seal the news. This matter must not spread."
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