"Don't be so nervous, I just wanted to say thank you."
Seeing Xiayuqing so nervous, Feng Wuchen grinned, his gaze sweeping over the departing Zhuchenxin.
Zhuchenxin, who had just stepped out of the great hall, happened to hear this sentence, and his old face turned even uglier, almost coughing up blood from anger.
The Martial Soul Holy Palace Great Elder's old face sank; Feng Wuchen's words were undoubtedly trying to sow discord.
It made it sound like Xiayuqing was helping the Dragon God Holy Temple.
In this way, the relationship between the Martial Soul Holy Palace and the Demon Clan might very well change.
Xiayuqing wasn't stupid. He quickly realized something, his vicious gaze staring at Feng Wuchen like a venomous snake.
Although the Demon Clan had now colluded with the Martial Soul Holy Palace, once the old Clan Leader and Elder Wuji came out of seclusion, things would be very different.
