In the Witch Clan's sacred land, Ning Chen met with the Witch Clan's ruler. His aggressive words spared no courtesy, and the atmosphere froze for a time.
A legacy passed down through a hundred generations—its weight had seeped into the blood of every ruler. Even peerless sovereigns and emperors who towered over their age could not escape it.
A hundred years ago, Great Xia had had an emperor who had been driven mad by Fan Lingyue, his temperament changing beyond recognition.
The rise and fall of a dynasty carried too much responsibility. Success brought a name that would flow through the ages; failure left a stench that would linger for ten thousand years.
No one wished to become a sinner condemned by the ages, too ashamed to face their ancestors even beneath the Yellow Springs.
Before the Witch Clan's sacred hall, Gou Huang remained silent for a long time, not speaking a single word.
The Witch Clan's legacy had endured through countless generations. No matter what, it could not be severed in her hands.
"Gou Huang, as long as you are willing to take this step, I am confident I can persuade the other royal clans to send troops as well and resist the evil demons together," Ning Chen promised solemnly from atop the altar.
"Why is Thirteenth Prince so eager for the great royal clans to send troops? Is it merely because of that Fox Race Heavenly Maiden?" Gou Huang gathered her thoughts and looked at the young man on the distant altar.
"That is only one reason."
Ning Chen's expression remained calm. "Just as Senior Gou Huang does not wish to become a sinner of the Witch Clan, I was born human. I likewise do not wish to watch helplessly as evil demons run rampant and humanity sinks