Ning Jie looked at Wu Jin with a serious expression.
Wu Jin, who was flipping through a book, slowly raised his head, looked at Ning Jie and said:
"Well, what's up?"
"Witch Master, I killed Liu Lian."
When Wu Jin heard this, he was struck by lightning. His whole body was shocked and his eyes widened with disbelief.
"Why? Give me a reason!"
Ning Jie did not answer immediately. He just silently took out the photo stone from his arms and then used his spiritual power to activate the image in it.
With the infusion of spiritual power, the image stone slowly rose, hovered in mid-air, and began to project images.
In the picture, Liu Lian's figure gradually became clear, with an arrogant expression on his face, which made people feel disgusted.
He was seen standing with his hands behind his back, his body swaying slightly, as if the whole world was under his control.
His lips opened and closed, and arrogant words came out from them.
"I... am an undercover agent of the righteous path. The Witch Master... is blind and a fool... You will not survive today!"
Every word was like a heavy hammer, hitting Wu Jin's heart.
After reading it, Wu Jin became so angry that his face turned ashen. His body trembled slightly, and his spiritual power surged uncontrollably in his body, forming waves of spiritual power around him. These waves were like gusts of strong wind, blowing the surrounding objects toppling over.
There was a flame of anger in his eyes, and that flame seemed to burn everything to ashes.
"This traitor! Ning Jie, you killed him well!"
His voice was filled with anger and hatred, which was the hatred for Liu Lian's betrayal and the anger towards righteousness.
Wu Jin took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.
He looked at Ning Jie, and the anger in his eyes was gradually replaced by appreciation.
"From now on, you will be one of the four guardians of the Wu Clan. You should do your best for the Wu Clan and do not let this Wu Lord down."
His tone was serious and solemn, as if he was entrusting Ning Jie with a sacred mission.
Ning Jie lowered his head respectfully, with an imperceptible cunning glint in his eyes.
"Thank you for your trust, Master Wu. I will definitely fulfill my mission!"
After bidding farewell to Wu Jin and returning to his room, Ning Que showed a faint smile on his face.
Sure enough, Wu Jin a hundred thousand years ago was not so cunning, and he was a man who only believed in what he saw, so Ning Jie’s bet was right!
Now I have infiltrated the upper echelons of the Witch Clan, just waiting for an opportunity!
Sure enough, the next day.
Ning Jie hadn't woken up yet when he heard the voices of his men outside the house.
"Protector Ning, the witch master wants you to come and discuss matters."
"good."
Ning Jie answered, already having some premonition in his heart.
By the time he arrived at the hall, the other guardians and high-ranking members of the witch clan had already arrived.
The conference hall is solemn and dignified, with huge stone pillars supporting the high dome, and the history and glory of the witch clan engraved on the stone pillars.
The walls of the hall are inlaid with countless luminous pearls, illuminating the entire hall as bright as day.
The expressions of the Wu clan leaders varied, some were confused, some were serious, but when they learned the theme of the meeting, they all became solemn.
Everyone's eyes were focused on the witch master, waiting for his speech.
Wu Jin stood on a high platform, wearing a gorgeous robe embroidered with mysterious patterns. Those patterns gleamed in the light of the fire, highlighting his noble status.
He looked dignified, with unquestionable majesty in his eyes, and said loudly:
"The incident with Liu Lian is a provocation by the righteous against our Wu Clan! Three days from now, our army will march directly to the Human Emperor City and make them pay for their actions!"
His voice echoed through the hall, deafening like thunder.
When the high-ranking members of the Wu Clan below heard this, they were stunned at first, and then they shouted in unison. The shouts were like a surging tide, one wave after another, shaking the hall slightly.
Their eyes flashed with anger and desire to fight, as if they had already seen the scene of the Human Emperor City being breached.
Ning Jie stood aside, a hint of excitement flashed in his eyes, but he quickly concealed it.
He knew that this was exactly the situation he had been expecting. A great war was about to begin, and this war would be a key step in achieving his ultimate goal.
He clenched his fists and silently thought about his next plan.
And in the present world one hundred thousand years later.
In Wangjing, the capital of the Great Xia Dynasty, sunlight was like golden threads, passing through the thin clouds and sprinkling on the bustling streets.
There are shops on both sides of the street, and people are coming and going, making it very lively.
Street vendors loudly hawk their wares, including exquisite ornaments, sweet cakes, and novel gadgets. The various sounds intertwined together to form a lively picture of the city.
However, behind this prosperity, there is an ancient courtyard.
At this moment, many women who had a close relationship with Ning Jie were sitting around an exquisite round table. Everyone's face was full of worry, as if covered by a thick layer of dark clouds.
Chu Miaohan, Xia Wanqing, Chu Xi, Shi Yuqie, Kong Huanyi, Si Luo, Afafu, Mu Qingxue...
The girls sitting together, each with their own characteristics, are like a magnificent scene in the world!
But everyone sat together with strange expressions on their faces. It was obvious that all the girls knew about Ning Jie's disappearance.
At this time, Saint Yaoguang broke the silence. She frowned slightly, with a hint of confusion and uneasiness in her eyes.
"Actually, I feel like nothing happened to the master, but he traveled to a certain point in time."
Xia Wanqing frowned slightly when she heard this.
"Why do you say that?"
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