The mechanical voice from behind still carries no trace of emotion: "My master is one of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, Earth. Your talents are acceptable, but you lack the Witch Race bloodline. Even if you used tactics to enter here, you are destined not to become my master's inheritor."
Yang Yan exclaimed in shock, "Is it possible that the Ancestral Witch Earth has already perished in battle?"
The figure shook its head slowly and said, "I do not know my master's fate. After my master left this Secret Realm, he never returned. At the same time, he severed my connection with him."
Yang Yan gazed at the strand of golden blood for a moment of silence, then asked, "Since I lack the opportunity, may I ask how we can exit this Secret Realm?"
The figure finally turned around; it was a person wearing a black mask.
He slowly took off the mask, and Yang Yan was instantly stunned.
This guy looks exactly like me!
