"Are you alright, old man?" Qiao Suinian asked as he walked up to Ma Zhenguo.
"I'm alright, I'm not going to die yet. Could you get me some wine?" Ma Zhenguo asked.
"Don't worry, there's plenty of alcohol," Qiao Suinian said with a smile.
He sent Ma Zhenguo back to Taijimen to recuperate, and then took Mu Qing on the journey back to the capital.
Although he was severely injured in the battle, killing so many Abyss Spirits greatly improved him, and his level had caught up with his previous life as a Necromancer.
"The Qiao family...there are some scores that need to be settled!"
A glint of light flashed in Qiao Suinian's eyes. His return foreshadowed a bloody storm that was likely to break out in Kyoto.
Just after Qiao Suinian and the others left, in the city center of Jinling, the body of the Grand Elder lay there quietly. No one came to collect his body, and only the occasional Jinling resident would spit on it.
A swarm of greenbottle flies buzzed around the elder's corpse.
A figure shrouded in a black robe appeared silently beside the Grand Elder's corpse and collected it.
"Elder, Elder, even without that bastard Mu Qing, your blood can still replenish Xian'er's innate spiritual body. How could you expect Xian'er to come out and save you? Your death would be entirely beneficial to Xian'er."
"You raised Xian'er from a young age, wasn't it all so you could make him treat you like family? As long as you control Xian'er, you can continue to control the Abyss Spirit Clan. Do you think no one knows what you're up to? Hehehe."
The dark figure chuckled, a hint of pleasure appearing on its face as it looked at the Grand Elder's unseeing eyes.
As the strength of the Abyss Spirit Clan members increases, their bloodline will gradually begin to revert to its ancestral form.
Therefore, given the strength of those elders, they could easily sacrifice themselves to restore Mu Xian's bloodline. However, they are all elders of high rank and power, so how could they possibly sacrifice themselves?
Unable to capture Mu Qing, and with the elders unwilling to sacrifice themselves, the matter of Mu Xian replenishing his bloodline was indefinitely postponed. The death of the Grand Elder this time completely shattered the balance that the Abyss Spirit Clan had maintained for so long.
The shadowy figure infiltrated Jinling City, also for the Grand Elder's corpse. The moment he turned around, sunlight shone through the shadows, revealing half of his profile—it was... Mu Luzhou!
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