"Thousands of years ago?"
"Frostmoon House?"
"An old acquaintance surnamed Long?"
"Did he really say that?"
Inside one of the Spirit Beast Chamber of Commerce's dragon carriages, Ling Wan'er found her father and told him what Lu Ran had said.
"Yes, Father. Do we really have an ancestor surnamed Long?" Ling Wan'er asked in confusion.
Could this Lu Ran really be some ancient monster?
"The Empire has already fallen. How could we possibly trace something so far back?"
The vice president of the Spirit Beast Chamber of Commerce shook his head. "I'm more inclined to believe this young Legendary was teasing you, playing a joke on you. How could something so absurd be true?"
"Even an Epic-level Beast Tamer couldn't live for thousands of years and still remain in that condition."
"Then..."
"Forget it. Don't approach him for now. We'll reach the cult soon, so focus on the campaign against them first."
Ling Feng looked at Ling Wan'er and sighed. "I brought you along at your request. You must... stay safe. Don't act on your own."
"I'll observe that Lu Ran myself."
"Yes, Father. I'll avenge Mother myself." Ling Wan'er's face was resolute.
Most of those who dared to join the campaign against the cult without even reaching Legendary-level held deep grudges against the Undead Cult.
Time passed, and before long, the six major factions finally approached the Undead Cult...
The Undead Cult's headquarters.
As a secret realm connected to the God of the Other Shore, this place had always been the key to the Undead Cult's survival.
No matter how thoroughly the righteous factions slaughtered its ordinary members outside, no one could invade as long as its core members hid inside the secret realm housing its headquarters.
And entering the headquarters required the approval of the Church Leader