"He's not the ancestor of the Witchcraft Tribe," said Ji Jiutian, looking back at Yun Luofeng as if he could read her mind. "The Witchcraft Tribe's ancestor was a spirit beast, which happened to be his mount!"
Yun Luofeng frowned. This time, it seemed that she was in trouble.
"Are you sure you can beat him?" Yun Luofeng pondered and asked.
"If it were before, ten Mo Qiancheng would have been no match for me, but now..."
"Ji Jiutian, just now he said that you went backward. What's that about? More importantly, I wonder why you look so young after living for thousands of years."
Ji Jiutian felt silent. His silence caused the atmosphere to become solemn.
When Yun Luofeng thought he wouldn't answer her, his voice rang, "You should have seen the residual soul of Jue Qian. He specifically left a wisp of his soul in the world in order to pass on his power. And the remaining part of his soul was reincarnated."
