Guesswork
Xiao Lian's account seemed to carry everyone back a million years, into that bloody, tense battle where swords were drawn and bows bent.
But the more the people from the Heavenly Tyrant Adventuring Group heard, the more bewildered they became. The Witch Spirit Race, the Ancient Chaos War—they had never even heard of them, much less knew what they were.
Still, this clearly wasn't the right time to interrupt, so they could only grit their teeth and keep listening.
"What happened after that? What became of the Witch Spirit Race?" Dragon Sable had been listening with great interest, too. When Xiao Lian paused, it couldn't help urging him to continue.
Xiao Lian glanced at it indifferently before going on. "Caught between internal strife and outside threats, the people of the Witch Spirit Race soon found themselves in a passive position."
"On the one hand, the other Ancient Chaos races were suspicious of them and kept them at arm's length. On the other hand, there really were members within the Witch Spirit Race who had colluded with the Immortal Spirit Race. But the entire race had not been corrupted by the Immortal Spirit Race."
"At the time, the old patriarch withstood the pressure from all sides and promised to root out the traitors within the race within half a month. Unfortunately, before that deadline arrived, the old patriarch died under mysterious circumstances."
Everyone was taken aback. "He died? Who did it?"
A glint flickered in Zheng Shi'an's eyes. He said quietly, "Either the traitor did it, or it was someone from the Immortal Spirit Race, right?"
"Yes. That was what everyone guessed at the time, so they turned their attention to the two heirs who had the best chance of competing for the position of patriarch. In the Ancient Chaos