Qiao Jing spoke earnestly, "However, the Ancient Old Gods and ancient beings with thousands and tens of thousands of years of cultivation are all willing to give a reward!"
She laughed and said, "The Human Clan has profound roots, but they cannot offer such a generous reward!"
"How did you plan to assassinate the Human Clan's Saint Master?"
The willow tree swayed slightly, its voice low, drifting over.
"The Holy Land is undergoing changes, the Demon Domain north of the Taixuan Mountain Range is unstable, and looking across the Three Prefecture, even those in the Refining God Realm are extremely rare, and those capable of Creation are even fewer," she said.
Qiao Jing said, "At the right moment, let changes occur in the Blessed Land, and let the news spread to the outside world... The Saint Master nearest to this place, always concerned about the Human Clan, will naturally come with all his might to save the lives of these six thousand people from the Human Clan!"
