The Ancestor Was Right

"Meaning! Mistake!"

The Snow Leopard Patriarch raised his voice a little.

Wang Yuan hurriedly said, "Every plan has its unexpected complications. The Nether Sea isn't a bunch of idiots. Let's leave this misunderstanding at that and get back to our own business."

"The Patriarch is right."

Everyone nodded repeatedly, no longer suspecting there was an informant among them.

They were all family—how could they be suspicious of one another?

Seeing their attitude, the sacred Snow Leopard was quite satisfied and opened its mouth.

"One! Five!"

"Bro's gonna rap for you right here."

Tang Yu instinctively followed up by singing a line, drawing everyone's gaze toward him.

The Snow Leopard also gave Tang Yu a surprised look, nodded slightly, and vanished.

As soon as the Snow Leopard Patriarch left, Wang Yuan immediately turned to Tang Yu and asked, "Could it be that Sect Master Tang can also understand what the Snow Leopard Patriarch means?"

"I can't."

"Then what did 'bro's gonna rap for you right here' mean?"

"It's from a song in my hometown. If you like it, I can copy down the lyrics for you."

"Then I'll trouble you."

Wang Yuan directly took out the Four Treasures of the Study and had Tang Yu write it down for him. Since it was related to the Snow Leopard Patriarch, perhaps there was some deeper meaning hidden within.

The others dispersed on their own.

Jicheng, meanwhile, returned to the front lines at once, his expression exceptionally gloomy.

Who had sold out Wang Yuan?

Of course, it wasn't Jicheng.

It was Wild Elder Shaoling, who had been assisting him.

In his words, whether Jicheng could become sect master wasn't actually important; getting rid of Wang Yuan was what mattered to him.

Useless Nether Sea.

Jicheng cursed inwardly, feeling deeply helpless.

After Tang Yu