Advancing to Dou Wang; the Mystic Staff Could Grow or Shrink at Will

"Gulp."

Lu Man's throat bobbed. She dropped to the ground, her thoughts in turmoil.

She had never imagined that she and White Fang had nearly caused such a disaster.

If only she hadn't been so eager for credit. The moment White Fang sensed the Triple Jade-Green Snake Flower Pupils, she should have returned to discuss it with the mansion master.

As things stood, getting beaten was the least of their worries. At least they had escaped with their lives. But if they had offended a being of that caliber, the real disaster might still be ahead.

The Heavenly Snake Mansion ruled the Northwest Region, and no one there dared provoke it. But in the Central Plains, it was nothing. Before the Eight Ancient Clans, it was as insignificant as an ant. If one of them wanted to destroy the mansion, a little finger would suffice.

"But you needn't worry too much about White Fang," the old woman said, shaking her head.

"You're too worried to think clearly. With your wits, why haven't you considered why that young man let you go, only to turn back halfway and take White Fang?"

"If White Fang were truly in danger, you wouldn't be standing before me unharmed."

"For... that child named Qing Lin?" Understanding finally dawned on Lu Man, and her eyes widened.

"You killed a puppet she controlled. It's only fair that White Fang take its place. Let her go. Being at the side of someone with the Triple Jade-Green Snake Flower Pupils may even be a blessing for her."

"Yes..." After a long silence, Lu Man slowly withdrew.

The white-haired old woman sighed and looked skyward. "Now that the Soul Hall has reached into the Northwest Desert, could it be after that young man? Or is the war of the past