There was a dead silence in the ancestral hall.

Ye Wuque's figure suddenly appeared, and he immediately saw Chu Xingkuang and the eight chiefs sitting in the ancestral hall in an ancient and mysterious formation.

They formed a small circle and sat quietly. In the center of the nine of them, there was a tray of medium size.

The tray was very old, and it was engraved with various complex inscriptions, giving a feeling of penetrating time.

However, the tray was empty, with nothing in it.

At this moment, Chu Xingkuang and the eight chiefs all had their eyes slightly closed, and the auras of their bodies were also very disordered. At a glance, it was obvious that they were in a state of excessive consumption.

Ye Wuque scanned the entire ancestral hall, but did not find the figures of Shen San and Pan'er. The two of them seemed to have not reappeared and were still disappearing.

Ye Wuque stood quietly in the ancestral hall, and at this time his eyes were surging with a deep and inexplicable feeling.

The next moment, a breath of air emanated from Ye Wuque's body. Chu Xingkuang and the eight great leaders immediately sensed it and opened their eyes in unison.

Chu Xingkuang's eyes were full of bloodshot, and it was obvious that he had consumed the most energy, but when he saw Ye Wuque's figure, a hint of surprise suddenly appeared in his eyes.

"Wuque!"

"Why are you here?"

"How is your injury?"

Chu Xingkuang asked with great concern.

The other eight leaders also saw Ye Wuque who appeared here at this time, and they all showed a hint of worry in their eyes.

They all knew about Ye Wuque's "injury". According to reason, Ye Wuque should still be recovering from his injury.

"Alliance leader, all the leaders, my injury has healed."

Ye Wuque showed a faint smile on his face.

"Healed? So fast? Wait..."

Chu Xingkuang was stunned, but then he seemed to think of something, and counted with his fingers, and a sigh of realization immediately appeared in his bloodshot eyes.

"I didn't expect that more than a month has passed!"

The eight chiefs finally reacted.

Obviously, in their opinion, Ye Wuque must be worried about them and couldn't help but come to see them.

Now Ye Wuque's position in the Ancient Alliance of Heavenly Gods is unquestionable, and it doesn't matter if he enters the ancestral hall without permission.

The reaction of the nine people immediately made a glimmer of light flash in the depths of Ye Wuque's bright eyes.

"Alliance leader, how is Pan'er? And... Senior Shen San?"

Ye Wuque spoke again.

Chu Xingkuang heard the words, and as if because of the mention of "Pan'er", his eyes suddenly showed a touch of tenderness and kindness and said: "Luckily succeeded! Thank you all for your help this time to pull Pan'er back!"

As he spoke, Chu Xingkuang looked at the eight chiefs, slowly clasped his fists and saluted, his face full of gratitude.

"Alliance leader, you don't have to do this!"

"This is what we should do!"

"Pan'er has suffered so much since she was a child. We have been watching her all the way, just like our own daughter."

"Yes! Pan'er is fine, the best thing is that our efforts are not in vain."

The eight leaders waved their hands and smiled.

Chu Xingkuang nodded deeply.

He knew that great favors should not be thanked!

Even though he was the leader of the Ancient Alliance of the Gods, he still owed the eight leaders a deep favor.

After all, this was the "favor of saving a daughter", which was very heavy.

Chu Xingkuang also breathed a sigh of relief at this moment. He looked at Ye Wuque again and smiled on his face and continued: "Senior Shen San took Pan'er to the Nine Heavens to nourish her body with the help of natural forces!"

"Senior Shen San has always taken care of Pan'er, I owe him a lot!"

Ye Wuque's eyes moved slightly.

At this moment, Ye Wuque's soul power had already hit the air and enveloped the Nine Heavens. After the infinite height, he seemed to sense something.

The eight chiefs also stood up one after another at this time, all showing a relaxed look.

"I have to go back and have a good sleep!"

"Yes, the Nine Netherworld has been pacified, and now Pan'er is fine again. The world is peaceful, and it's time to rest."

"Our old bones can't toss anymore!"

"It doesn't matter, isn't Wuque here? From now on, the world will belong to Wuque's generation of young people!"

The eight chiefs chatted casually. Although each of them was extremely exhausted, they were still in good spirits.

"Everyone, go back and rest!"

Chu Xingkuang also laughed.

"Wuque, come to my place and sit down, let's have a good chat."

Chu Xingkuang looked at Ye Wuque, and Ye Wuque nodded gently.

At that moment, a group of ten people all walked out of the ancestral hall, walked slowly on the forest path, and admired the beautiful scenery in the small valley, all with smiles on their faces.

Chu Xingkuang and Ye Wuque walked at the end.

Among the eight great leaders, Leader Qingyuan was walking in the middle. His eyes fell on Ye Wuque's back. A faint smile surged on his face, but a trace of inexplicable meaning flashed in his deep and clear eyes.

After walking to the exit of the small valley, the eight leaders all saluted Chu Xingkuang and returned to rest.

Only Ye Wuque and Chu Xingkuang were left walking slowly in the Ancient Alliance.

Wherever the two passed, countless Nine Veins disciples immediately stood respectfully, all saluted from a distance, and looked at them from a distance with awe and fanaticism. Countless

disciples of the Nine Veins of the Ancient Alliance seemed to have no changes from the past, and had no other feelings.

Not only the disciples of the Ancient Alliance, but also the eight leaders, and even Chu Xingkuang were the same!

They all seemed to have no awareness of the so-called "time travel back" that had just happened, and had no idea at all.

Chu Xingkuang took Ye Wuque to walk in the Ancient Alliance, and he began to introduce all the flowers, plants, trees and various situations of the Ancient Alliance to Ye Wuque.

Chu Xingkuang knew everything about the ancient alliance.

Ye Wuque listened quietly all the way, and with Chu Xingkuang's introduction, he also got to know more about the various situations of the ancient alliance.

It was not until an hour later that the two came to Chu Xingkuang's leader's hall.

Inside the hall.

Chu Xingkuang and Ye Wuque were already sitting cross-legged, and Chu Xingkuang personally brewed tea for Ye Wuque, and soon the whole hall was filled with the fragrance of tea.

Soon, Chu Xingkuang made an invitation gesture to Ye Wuque and said with a smile: "Come! Wuque, try my cooking skills."

Ye Wuque immediately raised the teacup filled with slightly hot green tea and gently put it into his mouth, and Chu Xingkuang did the same, raising a cup of tea.

The two sipped the tea quietly.

"Good tea! It tastes bitter and astringent, but it has a hint of rich fragrance. After being soaked by you, the leader of the alliance, the fragrance is even stronger, and there is a sweet aftertaste after drinking it, which is endless."

Putting down the wine glass, Ye Wuque praised.

"Haha! It seems that I haven't completely lost my tea-making skills over the years."

Chu Xingkuang laughed.

"Wuque! Do you know? Even until now, I still can't imagine that the Nine Netherworld that has troubled the human race for a long time has been pacified!"

"Until now, it feels like... a dream!"

Chu Xingkuang said with emotion.

Ye Wuque listened quietly.

"I am so lucky now! God has mercy on my Ancient Alliance and gave you to the Ancient Alliance. If it weren't for you, the war would continue!"

"I will use tea instead of wine to toast you!"

Chu Xingkuang raised his glass solemnly.

"Alliance leader, you are too polite."

Ye Wuque smiled faintly and raised his teacup.

After drinking it all, Chu Xingkuang continued: "Wuque, you now have a lofty status in the entire human race."

"I asked you to come here, in addition to chatting, I also have selfish motives..."

Chu Xingkuang looked at Ye Wuque with a smile.