Buzz!
In the backyard of the Divine Eagle Tribe's Demon-Killing Pavilion, the jade token in front of Xuanyuan Lingyan's waist lit up. She had been cultivating, but her eyes suddenly opened wide. She scanned the jade token before her spring-like eyes twinkled. A mocking smile appeared on her face. "Jiang Yi, I wanted to be nice to you, but you rejected my efforts. You should be more aware of the situation once you get to the Netherworld Realm."
The voice message was coming from the Poison Spirit. Its contents were simple: he had the thing.
The Poison Spirit had been Xuanyuan Lingyan's secret guard all this time. It was him who went to spy on Jiang Yi, and it was him who arranged everything after that. Now, he had the thing. It was obvious what he meant: the Primitive Spiritual Treasure was in his hands. That meant Jiang Yi was dead.
"Hoho!"
