"Back in those days, our Witch Race fought a breathtaking battle with other forces over this drop of Star Origin Liquid, with countless deaths and injuries, before finally sealing it here."
After saying this, the elder's figure gradually dissipated, leaving only a sentence echoed in the air: "Fated ones may obtain the treasure, I hope you use it wisely and avoid repeating the downfall of our Witch Race."
Once the elder's phantom completely vanished, silence engulfed the floating island.
"Something feels off."
Li Yunjing stared at the three treasures emitting a faint light on the Jade Platform, his brow tightly furrowed as he broke the silence first: "The Witch Race is notoriously xenophobic. Why would they easily leave their legacy and precious treasures to outsiders? Don't you feel like this is a carefully set trap?"
"Maybe the Witch Race priest had a sudden change of heart and wanted to build good relations?"
