The Dark God Kingdom.
When Ancestor Lu Changsheng learned of the fate of Che Yun and the other two Transcendents, a trace of coldness flashed across his face.
He looked at Qin Yiqing beside him and asked, "How much do you know about this Yun Che?"
Qin Yiqing's eyes flickered slightly. "A little, I suppose! He's only been cultivating for a little over a decade. Relying on his unique talent, Divine Hand, he's advanced by leaps and bounds, with few capable of standing against him."
Bang!
Lu Changsheng suddenly shattered the armrest with a slap. He sneered, "What? Are you saying that not one of our Dark Race's forebears and Primordial Ancestors is his match?"
Qin Yiqing hurriedly bowed and cupped her hands. "Please calm your anger, Primordial Ancestor. He truly is a genius. I believe it's still too early to make an enemy of him. After all, the Demon Race, whose strength rivals ours, is still lurking in the shadows, watching for an opening. We cannot afford to lose too much fighting strength to him."
Lu Changsheng snorted softly. "How are things with the Land of Shells? Now that all the masks have been collected, how much longer does he need to fuse them into the true Seven Sins Masks?"
Qin Yiqing took a report from an attendant and said, "The Land of Shells has relocated its base, and its exact location is currently unknown. However, given the Great Township Lord's habit of keeping something in reserve, he probably won't delay too long. The true Seven Sins Masks should emerge within seven days at the latest."
Lu Changsheng nodded. "Then we'll wait a little longer! The Demon Kingdom is most likely waiting for this news too. Keep a close eye on things."
Meanwhile, in the Land of Shells.
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