The Six-Winged Golden Roc Clan Chief had just returned from a dangerous place when he received Jin Yu's message, leaving him utterly bewildered.
"Jin Yu?"
"The Old Ancestor is trapped in Golden Roc City?"
"What happened?"
His mind was a muddled mess. He had no idea what Jin Yu's message meant.
"What happened while I was away? Did enemies attack the Six-Winged Golden Roc Clan?"
In an instant, a scene formed in his mind: the Six-Winged Golden Roc Clan had been invaded by formidable enemies, the other elders had all died in battle, and with no other choice, they had awakened Old Ancestor Jin Qiong, who had been slumbering within the forbidden ground.
Most of the elders were probably already dead. With no one left to bear the banner, they could only let Jin Yu shoulder the burden and direct things from the center.
At that thought, he felt like his head was about to explode.
Return immediately? Return my ass! He glanced back in the direction behind him, thick apprehension flashing through his eyes. The Great Elder's life or death was still unknown. He himself had encountered powerful enemies within and had nearly suffered grave injuries there.
He had come out to return to the clan, replenish his losses properly, and recover from his wounds.
Now that the Six-Winged Golden Roc Clan was about to be beaten flat, why the hell would he go back?
As the clan chief, he believed he still had a responsibility to protect his people. Suppressing his impatience, he asked, "What exactly happened? Give me a brief report."
Even as he asked, he slowly headed toward the Six-Winged Golden Roc Clan. If something proved amiss, he would immediately turn around. Golden Roc City could be destroyed, but he could not be buried alongside it.