“In my past life, I was too late. Even though I finally avenged you, I still hate myself for being so powerless. Why didn’t I find you sooner?”

Thankfully, everything can be started over. Although there was a price to pay, I... am already very satisfied.

The next day.

Jiang Yuetong got up early and delivered the message of her visit to the chief of the Wu clan.

After receiving a reply, the two went to the witch tribe.

The Witch Clan is a considerable force in the Northern Region, but their territory differs from other sects; the Witch Clan has always lived deep in the mountains and forests.

If no one comes out to guide them, it is indeed not easy to find them.

Following the information from the Wu clan chief's response, Jiang Yuetong and Lü Jingliang arrived at a deserted forest.

The moment their feet touched the ground, a flock of crows flew overhead, cawing loudly.

Just then, a man dressed as a servant appeared before them, bowing slightly and speaking gently: "You two must be the clan leader's guests. Please follow me."

After he finished speaking, he made a "please" gesture.

Jiang Yuetong and Lü Jingliang exchanged glances, then followed the servant leading the way.

Seeing that there was no road ahead, the servant calmly walked over, and then his figure disappeared from sight.

I see!

Jiang Yuetong raised her beautiful eyebrows. The Wu Clan's concealment technique was indeed powerful; even she hadn't noticed that the gate was right in front of her.

The two quickly followed.

In an instant, the surrounding desolate forest transformed into a bamboo grove.

The cool, fresh air and the rustling bamboo grove beside her lifted Jiang Yuetong's spirits considerably.

"The presence of the Lord of Huanhai Prefecture is truly an honor to my humble abode!" An elderly man with white hair walked over with a smile, his eyes full of kindness.

Jiang Yuetong nodded to him in greeting, a slight smile curving her red lips: "Chief Wu is too kind."

The clan chieftain glanced at Lü Jingliang beside her, then continued with a smile, "Come, come, please come in, both of you!"

Jiang Yuetong stepped forward and walked alongside him, her face showing politeness: "I have come today to ask Chief Wu for a small favor."

A thoughtful look flashed across the Wu clan chief's eyes, then he nodded knowingly and said with a smile, "Lord Huanhai, please speak. If I can be of any help, I will do my duty without hesitation."

The fact that the Lord of Huanhai Prefecture owed him a favor was something that money couldn't buy. With this relationship, other sects wouldn't dare to easily mess with their Witch Clan.

He's happy to help as long as it doesn't infringe on his major interests.

Jiang Yuetong's eyes flickered slightly, and she spoke in a gentle tone: "The person beside me suffered damage to his soul in a great battle. I would like to ask the Chief Wu to help or recommend a capable person to treat him."

Upon hearing this, the chieftain of the Wu clan paused in his steps.

Seeing that his expression was a little off, Jiang Yuetong stopped and patiently asked, "Is there something troubling you?"

The witch clan chief sighed softly and nodded slightly to her, saying, "To the Lord of Huanhai, the damage to your soul is nothing in the eyes of our witch clan."

However, there is one herb that is key to healing the soul, but my witch clan no longer possesses it. Otherwise, how could our once-great clan have fallen to such a state?

As soon as he finished speaking, the chieftain of the Wu clan sighed again.

Jiang Yuetong's clear voice slowly said, "Chief Wu is joking again. When Wu people go out, who doesn't show you some respect?"

The shaman chieftain sighed and waved his hand.

That sounds nice, though.

But the reality is that once the Wu tribe members leave, which major sect will respect them?