Ji Changsheng looked around, both the ancestral witch and Di Jun Taiyi remained silent.
So he continued: "However, there are different kinds of death. Your fates, ladies and gentlemen, are already settled, while my senior sister's future and mine are still filled with uncertainties. Even the all-powerful Ancestor of the Cultivation Path couldn't save the fallen Great Supreme Unity, he could only cultivate new ones. My senior sister and I are the latest people he favors."
Di Jiang, the head of the Twelve Ancestor Witches, finally spoke: "Little brother, please hold on."
Then he raised his hand, took both the Master and Old Devil Yu into his hand, and began to search their souls.
The memories of the two were made concrete.
Di Jun, Tai Yi, and the ancestral witches gazed into the depths of their memory, filled with hard evidence that could not be falsified, their expressions becoming colder.
Li Changxi voiced a question: "Junior brother, why isn't he searching our souls?"
