Lord of Great Wisdom looked at Qi Yuan, a look of wisdom appearing in his eyes.
Jiang Ya fixated her gaze on the young girl, sensing a threatening aura from her.
A Yin God?
Why would there be a powerhouse equivalent to a Yin God on the Wangyue Continent?
Isn't there a shortage of Heavenly Dao here?
Also, this Yin God is holding the hand of the Blood Clothed Swordsman… for what purpose?
At this moment, Zhao Ci widened his eyes, looking at the young girl holding the hand of the Blood Clothed Swordsman with a look of confusion that swiftly turned to reverence.
"Greetings, High Priest!" Zhao Ci quickly stepped forward, his eyes glittering with respect.
In the band, several eulogists also stepped forward and revered Qi Jianjun.
In fact, they all harbored deep doubts in their hearts.
The High Priest was not tall but had a cold personality, rarely socializing and always authoritative.
When did she ever look this lively and adorable, like a child playing in her elder's arms?
