Elder Xuanyuan, clad in a golden silk yellow robe, lifted his eyes toward Mo Hua. Seeing that Mo Hua was lean and slight, with fair, tender features, clearly not many years into cultivation and only at Foundation Establishment besides, he could not help frowning slightly as he looked at Yan Zhu.
"Can this person be the Great Wilderness Divine Shaman?"
Yan Zhu nodded and said with certainty, "There is no mistake. He truly is the Divine Shaman."
Elder Xuanyuan then looked at Dan Ling beside Mo Hua. His gaze shifted slightly as he asked Yan Zhu, "Then this woman, could she be..."
A pang struck Yan Zhu's heart.
He regarded Dan Ling as forbidden flesh. He desperately wanted to keep her, to claim this passionate, radiant woman of pure faith for himself.
But Dan Ling was too stubborn, too fierce, and the circumstances simply would not allow it.
Now that the people from Dao Province had seen Dan Ling, everything was already too late. He simply could not protect this forbidden prize.
Yan Zhu gave Dan Ling one last look, gritted his teeth, and said, "This woman is the Divine Maiden of the Great Wilderness Vermilion Bird lineage."
Light flashed in Elder Xuanyuan's cloudy eyes. He nodded. "Good."
He looked once more at Dan Ling, beautiful as a jade Vermilion Luan, and nodded faintly. "Very good..."
"Kill the Divine Shaman. Take the Divine Maiden away."
Elder Xuanyuan gave the order.
He did not care whether Mo Hua really was the Divine Shaman. He was only a Foundation Establishment cultivator anyway—kill him in passing and toss him by the roadside.
This was war. This was the slaughter of a city. One or two more deaths were like losing a few strands of hair—utterly inconsequential.
That Divine Maiden, on the other hand,