"Any information?" Lin Ye was interested.
This tone was too arrogant.
"If you don't believe me, you can give it a try," the old voice said firmly.
"Who wiped out the Feng Clan in Mystic Flame City?" Lin Ye asked calmly.
After a moment of silence, the faint yellow light flickered for a long time. Bloodlights could then be seen from within.
After a moment, a sigh came from within. "This question of yours is difficult to solve. The background of the person behind this is unimaginable. It seems to be suppressed by a spiritual object of luck. It's extraordinary and untouchable."
His tone was no longer mysterious, and it revealed a strand of weakness instead.
"In that case, you can't guess his identity?" Lin Ye smiled.
He acknowledged the old man a little in his heart. A spiritual item with great luck. It should be the golden dragon of luck.
