After thinking for a while, Luo Zhiyuan still couldn't figure out why this Mengluo Wing Race member had attacked him. Seeing the countless guards dead or injured in the manor, he grew angry and said with a dark expression,
"Ai Chen, I have some last-resort defensive measures that can kill Peak World Lord Level beings. If this Mengluo Wing Race member doesn't have much to do with you, I plan to use one. He's already killed many of my guards!"
Hearing that Luo Zhiyuan could kill the clan member, Ai Chen panicked and hurried to stop him. "Don't act rashly yet. I'll ask our elder again and see if anyone knows what's going on."
"All right. I'll listen to you for now."
The crystal between Ai Chen's brows flickered rapidly with a faint red light, showing how anxious she was. She requested a direct call to the Clan Ancestor, but he had disabled incoming calls from the Virtual Universe. She then requested a call with one of her direct elders, and this time the connection went through immediately.
A Mengluo Wing Race member dressed in ancient bronze-colored feathered armor appeared on the other end. It was the Seventh Elder.
The Seventh Elder smiled warmly. "Little Ai Chen? Do you have another question about cultivation? Tell me, and I'll help you figure it out."
"No, Seventh Elder. It's about my friend. Someone from the Sovereign's faction is attacking his home. Do you know what's going on? It's this World Lord."
Ai Chen sent over a screenshot, then blushed and added, "Has the clan made some arrangement to stop me from interacting with my friend?"
The Seventh Elder paused. "Which friend?"
Ai Chen pulled Luo Zhiyuan over beside her. "Seventh Elder, it's him. I've been sparring with him lately. Is the clan