Watching the murderous-looking patriarchs, Wang Mang couldn't help but give a wry smile.
All of this was within his expectations.
However, Qing Yi's attitude was something Wang Mang had not anticipated.
Even after all he had done, she was still showing favoritism towards him.
At this thought, a hint of emotion appeared on Wang Mang's face.
If only that patch of dark mist hadn't shown up, how wonderful that would have been.
After a moment of contemplation, Wang Mang's expression turned indifferent once again.
The next moment, a wisp of dark mist, as if containing the abyss, seeped out from the Ancient Bronze Coffin.
The eerie and ominous aura caused the patriarchs' faces to drastically change.
"Qing Yi, what are you still hesitating for?"
"Do you really want to see the Enlightening Tribe destroyed by your hands before you'll be satisfied?!"
As the dark mist drew nearer, the second patriarch urgently cried out in admonishment.
His face was filled with endless gloom.
