After hearing Fu Kun's words, Chief Cha Fu immediately rejected the proposal without any room for negotiation, "Impossible! Fu Kun, as I've said before, the latter part of the Witchcraft Holy Book is too evil, a relic from the ancient era that shouldn't be left in this world. Next month, I'll perform an ancestral sacrifice, and if it's successful, I'll burn the scripture!"
"Damn it! That scripture is our ancestors' legacy, how can you destroy it? Chief Cha, don't force me. Are you really willing to destroy it instead of letting us, the Black Miao, revive and glorify it?" Fu Kun's eyes revealed a hint of madness.
"Fu Kun, stop dreaming. We, the White Miao Clan, will absolutely not hand over the scripture!" At this moment, Little Ai stepped forward with a determined look in her eyes.
"You're courting death!" Fu Kun roared furiously, his eyes bloodshot, resembling a nearly crazed beast in the darkness. He swung his palm toward Little Ai, ensnared in black aura, the palm wind howling.
