Southern Demonlands, Phoenix Divine Mountain.
Inside the Founders' Hall.
The Phoenix Clan's Second Elder and Third Elder sat facing Feng Yidao, who carried the Blood Saber on his back and was crowned with white hair.
"Things at the front lines are more or less settled. The Grand Elder has already gone over. Even if the Dragon Race wants to hold us accountable, they'll have nothing to say."
With a single sentence, the Second Elder brought the matter to an end.
The Third Elder nodded slightly in agreement, then looked toward Feng Yidao, who had remained silent all along.
"Yidao, is there some problem on your end?"
Only when the subject turned to himself did Feng Yidao raise his head. His right hand resting on the table tapped lightly.
With a flick of his finger, the Second Elder sent the tea on the table before him. "Enough. Just say whatever you have to say."
Feng Yidao shot him an annoyed glance, but there was nothing he could do. He could only say in a low voice, "It's Feng Jiuxiao. After leaving the Azure Luan Tribe, he seemed to vanish into thin air. I led people to search nearly all of the Southern Demonlands, yet we never found another witness."
"What about Feng Xian?" The Third Elder straightened and pressed for details.
"The same as before. He even wanted to open up his Divine Soul for me to inspect—I refused. But his cultivation had never been high to begin with. Let alone him, even those few from the Azure Luan Clan said they couldn't tell that the other party was an impostor."
Feng Yidao paused in thought, then continued, "But I have always felt that Feng Yudao's death is absolutely connected to this Feng Jiuxiao."
"How did you come to know that?"