"A grand hunt? Hunter?"
Ye Hanjun's face was etched with trouble.
What in the world was this? Who from the clans had said this?
Eighty years had passed in the blink of an eye, and the outside world had experienced another major upheaval? They even refused to spare him, weak and sickly as he was?
"The importance of this matter ranks at the top."
"There is currently no second matter that can compare to the grandeur of the Ghost Lamp."
"Do not delve too deeply, even I have not grasped everything. Do what you must, and when the time comes, you will naturally understand."
The Blood Witch Goddess gave Ye Hanjun's blue cross sword a glance, her face under the misty veil seemingly indifferent.
She gently clasped her hands together, and the crisp sound of clapping rose as two arcs of rainbow light converged from a distance, swiftly arriving.
"Greetings to the Great Witch!"
