Still oblivious, Qin Han was thinking about how to brutally slaughter the two before everyone, killing Ye Qingcheng first, then cutting down Chen Mu to proclaim Desolate Heaven's divine might!
He would also let the younger generation get a good look at the Ancestors' strength.
They shouldn't fall into disarray and start sitting on the fence at the slightest trouble.
As long as Ancestors like them remained, no one could shake Desolate Heaven's influence over the Nine Provinces! Its control!
However, the vision was beautiful, and reality was cruel.
That principle held true even in a world of fantasy.
Ye Qingcheng was just about to swing her sword and cut down Qin Han, preventing him from striking and gravely injuring Chen Mu.
Who would have thought that, barely had she considered making her move, a familiar scene returned like a swallow coming home, and a cloud of fine crimson instantly filled her vision.
The thick smell of blood traveled through the air and into her nostrils, faintly pungent.
Ever since arriving in the Nine Provinces, Ye Qingcheng had been watching Chen Mu's movements closely.
She hadn't expected that, even with all her attention focused on him, she still couldn't catch the slightest sign of him making a move.
So I'm still that far behind...
Ye Qingcheng thought to herself.
In her heart, Chen Mu's stature had grown so towering that, even if she tilted her head back as far as possible, she could only vaguely glimpse his knees. Most of him remained hidden above the clouds, beyond sight.
With a smile of acceptance, she sheathed her sword and stopped dwelling on it.
"The Ancestor... died?"
"My eyes aren't playing tricks on me, are they? Are we sure this isn't an illusion?"
To make sure his eyes really weren't deceiving him,