“This, this…” Nan Xiangyue was speechless.
"Then why don't we bring Lin'er along too?"
"Do you think this is a picnic?" Nan Lin was so angry that she laughed.
"Alright, Yue'er, be good. I'll be fine. I'll be back soon after I've utterly defeated the Witch Clan, okay?"
Nan Xiangyue chuckled: "Are you trying to coax me like Lin'er?"
"My Yue'er is the most sensible. I'll reward you when I get back."
Nan Xiangyue glared at him before ignoring him.
However, she quietly went to pack his bags.
Although he said it would be quick, fighting a war is never an easy thing.
It's not like they won by using martial arts skills.
She didn't know how long he would be gone, so all she could do was try her best to make him as comfortable as possible.
Looking at his wife packing his things, Nanlin felt that with such a wife, what more could a husband ask for?
The following day, Wei Wangqing and others saw off the expeditionary force.
Looking at these soldiers, I wonder how many will be left when they return.
Perhaps this is the last time we'll ever meet some people.
That's why it's so precious.
"My lords, the road ahead is unknown, but we must take up our weapons to protect our families and our country. We cannot retreat a single step, for if we do, it will be our loved ones who will be wounded. Put on your armor, take up your spears, and thrust them into our enemies. We will make sure that the Witch Clan never returns."
"Great Wei will surely prevail!"
The soldiers were also encouraged, and they brandished their spears, shouting loudly, "Great Wei will prevail! Great Wei will prevail!"
Instantly, the momentum was earth-shattering, and the shouts pierced the sky.
Everyone was deeply moved by this scene and remained so for a long time.
Nan Xiangrong also emerged from his immersion in the military over the past few years, which had already won over the women.
What does it matter if he's a man? As long as he's capable, he can get the position of general.
He was born a man, but his heart was no less than that of a woman.
"Your Majesty, we will certainly not fail in our mission."
"Go, and be sure to come back safely."
"yes."
The army set off in a grand and imposing manner.
This was the first time that Wu Changming and his two companions had entered the secret chamber.
The secret room was spacious and deep, with lights illuminating both sides.
The group walked down the steps one by one.
With a loud 'bang,' the door behind them slammed shut, startling them.
Wu Chen laughed and said, "Don't be afraid, Wu Chen. I'm here to protect you."
Wuchen completely ignored her; this person was used to talking nonsense.
Wu Changming was also helpless. This Holy Maiden really had the mood. There was no time when she couldn't flirt with men, and she didn't forget to be aroused now.
"Let's go quickly," Wu Changming said.
The group walked through a long, deep corridor and finally saw a door.
The group exchanged glances.
Wu Tu came out again, cut her palm, and placed her hand in the groove by the door.
"How did you know?" Wuchen frowned.
“We witches have always needed blood wherever we go, little Wuchen. But it’s alright, I’ve always had plenty of blood,” Wu Yi said with a grin.
With a 'click,' as if some mechanism had been activated, the door slowly opened inward.
The three of them went into the house.
The room was empty, yet brightly lit, but there was nothing inside.
Apart from……
A large cauldron.
Yes, you heard right, it's a cauldron.
"What... what's going on?" Wu Changming murmured.
But no one went forward, feeling that the cauldron contained a strange magic, as if going forward would suck them in.
Horrible, yes, terrifying.
A single cauldron could give off a terrifying feeling.
At this moment, no one would think this was an ordinary cauldron.
Wuchen suddenly spoke up: "Could this be the Holy Lord you've been talking about?"
"No way."
"How is that possible?"
Wu Changming and Wu Yi spoke at the same time.
"Then what do you call the Holy Lord? You are people of the Witch Clan."
Neither of them could speak.
"Nobody knows what the Holy Lord is or what he is. His Majesty's letter only says that it is related to the Ancestor, and we know nothing else about him. So how can we not be sure that this is the Holy Lord?"
“We’ve been investigating for so long, and all we’ve found is this secret room. You don’t mean to say that we’ve been doing all this for nothing and haven’t found a single trace of the Holy Lord, do you?”
"Then there's really no hope."
The two were speechless. Indeed, if they couldn't find even the slightest clue, how could they possibly stop the Witch Clan's ambitions?
"But if this cauldron really is the Holy Lord, what can we do?" Wu Changming asked.
Carry it out?
That's obviously unrealistic. The cauldron is too big. Let alone whether they could lift it, even if they did manage to carry it out, they'd probably be shot dead as target practice.
"I'm afraid we'll have to take a long-term approach."
"How exactly did the Holy Lord choose you and the clan leader?" Wu Changming suddenly asked.
"How would I know? The elders informed me directly, and suddenly I became a saintess."
"It seems we have to start the investigation here, otherwise we know nothing about the Holy Lord and have no way to begin."
The group reached an agreement and headed outside.
Suddenly, a knife tip pressed against his finger. "Who?"
The three of them had just stepped out of the secret room when they were immediately surrounded by people.
"I knew it, you came back with no good intentions at all," the elder sneered.
Wu Changming neither confirmed nor denied it. He had indeed returned with a purpose, and he was not without guilt in his heart.
But the pursuit he had faced back then had already diminished his feelings for the witch clan.
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