On the plaza.
The Gold-devouring Rat Clan members were whispering among themselves, and people from several major forces were also discussing in low voices.
Zuo Qiqi revealed a hint of glee in her eyes, but upon seeing the nearly overflowing murderous intent from Yan Hu and Jin Ming not far away, she didn't dare to laugh out loud.
"Clan Leader, Mr. Jiang he..."
Jin Ang's expression changed slightly, and he inquired in a low voice, "It's been three days, never before has there been such a situation, could it be that Mr. Jiang..."
"Indeed, such a situation has never occurred before."
Jin Tianqiong spoke with a light smile, glancing at everyone without any concealment: "Because no one has ever truly entered the ancestral land, don't worry, it will be fine!"
He had entered the ancestral land and knew what was inside, two clusters of fire, a Primordial Spirit, and that Primordial Spirit belonged to his great-grandfather's generation.
