Yue Wuhen carefully cradled Su Muyao in his arms, his movements exceedingly gentle.
At this moment, his eyes were red, as if they were crying blood.
He remembered visiting the Cang Beast Continent in his youth, where he had met the High Priest and Mr. Su.
They told him not to fall in love.
But such things were beyond his control.
His wife was so wonderful, just one glance would capture his heart.
For her, he would do anything, as sweet as honey it would be.
Even if it meant sacrificing his own life.
"Wife, I will not let anything happen to you."
As he spoke these words, Yue Wuhen's tone was firm.
He held Su Muyao and stepped into the depths of the Witch Clan's ancestral land.
This was the burial ground for the people of the Witch Clan, a place seemingly desolate and silent.
But possessing the bloodline of the Witch Clan, Yue Wuhen naturally knew the Witch Clan's heritage would not end, and he knew where the hidden Sacrificial Altar was located.
