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If the traitor is not found, I swear I will not be human! At worst, I will kill them all!
The man's words struck Yun Tianmo like a heavy punch, hitting deep within his heart. Before entering Ouyang Zixin's Mind, he had no particular feelings about the so-called History and memories of the past. However, from what he had just seen until now, he deeply felt that everything from the past, even though he had no memories of it now, resonated with him.
A man standing at a high point, yet unable to protect his own wife and children—such hatred and anger are undeniable.
Unconsciously, he tightened his grip on Ouyang Zixin's hand.
The scene shifted, revealing that there were no women or children in the Large Tent. The man sat at the head of the table, surrounded by many people below him, all with serious expressions, holding their breath.
"Speak," the man's cold voice rang out, his indifferent gaze sweeping over everyone.
Was he conducting an investigation?
But how could such a method possibly uncover anything? Not to mention that the person who poisoned was not among them; where had he gone?
Yun Tianmo looked at Ouyang Zixin with some confusion. If this man truly was A Thousand Years Ago's self, how could he be so foolish?
Ouyang Zixin forced a smile and said, "There are too many participants; it's impossible to clarify. This is also a method of last resort."
That was true. If everyone united together, it would be nearly impossible for the man to uncover the truth.
This conversation ultimately yielded no results.
The scene shifted again, transforming into a deep night.
The man seemed to have taken someone out, and the entire grassland was brightly lit, with many more patrolling guards. The area around the Large Tent was crowded with people, indicating that the protection of the wife and daughter was a priority.
However, all of this seemed like a facade. Several figures swiftly darted past and entered the Large Tent, after which the guards fell to the ground one by one.
They were ready to fight back.
"What are you doing? Let go of my daughter, ah—!!!"
A scream echoed through the night sky, staining the dark with a bloody scent.
"How could this be?" Yun Tianmo could not comprehend how easily the woman could die. What about her cultivation? Wasn't she the one who brought glory to the Cloud Tribe?
Ouyang Zixin's tears had already fallen; she pressed her lips together and remained silent.
Before long, more and more people gathered outside the Large Tent, yet none dared to rush in.
"The lady has already left," an elderly voice came from within.
The assailants vanished into the night once again. The speaker was the Divine Master, the old man who had diagnosed that the Legitimate Daughter had been poisoned.
The curtain of the Large Tent was lifted, and the old man emerged holding a Cradle, his face filled with sorrow. The clan leader was out fighting off external enemies while their own backyard was ablaze once more. Last time it was the little princess who was poisoned; this time, even the lady...
"This is calamity; this is the Cloud Tribe's calamity..." The old man cried out to the heavens. He did not know what would happen when the clan leader returned, but he knew that the glory of the Cloud Tribe would soon fade away.
The crowd began to stir; some took advantage of the chaos to flee, while others seemed intent on looting...
The old man coldly observed all of this without intervening, even preventing the guards from stopping it, only protecting the unconscious little princess and the lady's body inside the Large Tent.
“Divine Master, you should come with us; this matter is too dangerous…” someone advised the Divine Master to leave.
The old man shook his head, his desolate eyes seeing through everything. He said, “Leave? You are too naive. The debts of today will likely require your lives to repay.”
The crowd began to mock him, their earlier respect for the Divine Master evaporating. After all, everything was about to become irrelevant to them; whatever happened next had nothing to do with the Cloud Tribe.
With such a vast Yuhai Continent, were they afraid there wouldn’t be a place for them to hide?
As everyone scattered in different directions, a sudden voice rang out—
“The Legitimate Daughter of the Bai Clan has fallen into my hands. You will receive my protection as long as you sincerely submit. White City welcomes your joining!”
“What was that voice?”
“I have never seen the owner of that voice; I don’t know who it is,” Ouyang Zixin shook her head.
Bloodshed—
Slaughter—
Corpse—
The massacre soon began. Those who had rushed into White City hadn’t even settled in before meeting their untimely deaths.
All of this was orchestrated by the Clan Leader of the Yun Tribe.
This man single-handedly slaughtered an entire city, and his bloodthirsty guards returned from battle, also driven mad with bloodlust.
The wind rustled.
"Home destroyed, family broken," Yun Tianmo said coldly.
Ouyang Zixin closed her eyes in pain.
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Bai Zhan suddenly shivered and turned over in bed.
"Chief, did you have a nightmare?" A young attendant, who had been keeping watch nearby, was startled awake and hurriedly asked.
In recent days, Bai Zhan had been waiting for news, wanting to know when Baike would come out of the palace or when the old geezers of the Bai Clan would take action.
But for some reason, everything seemed unusually calm lately, and beneath this calmness, he felt a sense of losing control over everything.
Although he had never truly controlled anything, it was simply because his abilities and ambitions were not proportional.
It was already the third watch of the night. Bai Zhan waved away the young attendant, unusually refraining from exploding in anger. He got up and walked to the window, pushing it open with a forceful shove.
"The night is cool as water; why do I feel a sense of impending disaster?" Bai Zhan murmured to himself, a feeling he had never experienced before.
Suddenly, he felt a chill breeze behind him. He turned around but saw nothing.
How eerie.
Bai Zhan wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. Could it be that he had been drinking too much lately and was feeling a bit disoriented?
"Leaving the Bai Clan, leaving Dream Nation, did I make a mistake?" Bai Zhan began to doubt.
"You did not make a mistake."
A voice echoed in the room, ethereal and drifting, causing Bai Zhan to shudder.
As the leader of a clan, he shouldn't be this timid, but now, in the dead of night, with something suddenly appearing in his room, how could he not be afraid?
A mass of white mist floated around his room. Could that voice have come from it?
"You, who are you pretending to be? Show yourself!" Bai Zhan shouted bravely, hoping to attract the attention of someone outside who could come in to help. But clearly, he was overthinking; since the mist had appeared, the outside had been eerily silent.
"Can you see me?" The entity seemed surprised and stopped drifting.
Gradually, from a mass of white, it transformed into a vague human shape.
"What do you want?"
"W-what do you mean?" Bai Zhan had no idea what it was talking about.
The figure became clearer, but Bai Zhan was certain he did not recognize it. What did it want? (To be continued.)
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