"It was... Yan Zhu..."
Mo Hua's gaze narrowed slightly.
He had actually come out of the Wilderness?
How had he crossed the land of the Famine Disaster? And how had he returned to the Royal Court?
Mo Hua frowned.
Within the great hall, the imposing Yan Zhu suddenly felt a chill run through his heart, as though some "terrifying existence" had glanced at him. A soul-deep dread rose within him.
He hurriedly looked around. In the end, his gaze fell upon the half-human, half-divine statue of the Vermilion Bird Divine Maiden directly before him. Reverence welled up in his heart, and his manner became much more restrained.
Yan Zhu looked again at Dan Ling, radiant as red jade before him, and his tone softened considerably.
"Dan Ling, if you take me as your master, I will never mistreat you. I will pass everything I have on to you—my Divine Path, my inheritance, my position as High Shaman. In the future, all of it will be yours."
Dan Ling frowned. "You still haven't answered me. How did you break into the Divine Maiden Hall?"
Yan Zhu smiled. "I am a High Shaman..."
Dan Ling said coldly, "The Divine Maiden Hall is a place of purity. Even if you are a High Shaman, you have no right to step through its doors without an edict from the God Lord."
Yan Zhu shook his head, a trace of emotion in his eyes.
"Dan Ling, do you still not understand? Great Wilderness is finished. The Royal Court is about to fall... At a time like this, what is the point of speaking of the God Lord's edict? Isn't that... laughable?"
Dan Ling's gaze remained icy. "So what?"
Yan Zhu froze.
Dan Ling's expression was resolute, her eyes shining with the brilliant radiance of a