Golden Iron Triangle, Destroyed!

Xiao Wu, behind Yang Jian, sat sprawled on the ground, her face ashen, her scorpion braid hanging messily over her shoulder.

She lowered her head, wrapped her arms around her knees, and curled herself into a ball.

From the moment the dragon claw seized her, she had neither struggled again nor spoken a single word.

Her lips trembled faintly, and she stared blankly at the ground as if her soul had left her body.

Every sound around her had become distant and indistinct. She could not clearly hear, nor did she want to hear, the conversation between Yang Jian and the clan chiefs.

She only knew that she was finished.

Tai Tan's gaze passed over Yang Jian and landed on Xiao Wu.

He sized her up twice. Understanding flashed through his bell-sized eyes, and the smile on his face turned suggestive.

He turned to Yang Jian, his rough face carrying the teasing look unique to an elder.

"Jian'er, you're something else. You went out for half a year and brought back another one?"

He winked at Yang Jian, the meaning obvious.

Bai He stroked his beard and revealed a knowing smile, his gaze sweeping back and forth between Yang Jian and Xiao Wu.

Yang Wudi, however, frowned slightly as he looked Xiao Wu over.

He had the distinct feeling that he had seen her somewhere before.

"Grandpa Tai, you misunderstand. She isn't like Xiangxiang, Zhuqing, and the others."

Yang Jian shook his head. The smile faded from his face, and his tone grew more serious.

He turned around and glanced down at Xiao Wu, his eyes devoid of emotion.

"She isn't human. She's a Soul Beast, a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast in human form."

The moment those words were spoken, the suggestive expressions on Tai Tan and the others' faces vanished