It seems that this witch has used heavy measures to trap the Continent Guardian.
"Witch, thirty years ago, you brought this upon yourself. Can you really blame me?"
The Continent Guardian spoke coldly.
"Hmph, you are forever my dog! Zhan Ling, after thirty years of development, you are still stuck at the Nascent Soul Realm. You disappoint me terribly!"
The witch shook her head and raised her jade-like hand, poised to strike.
But at this moment, Yang Tian called out, "Witch, stop immediately!"
"Stop?"
The witch paused, looking at Yang Tian with interest, "Yang Tian, what amusement do you have this time?"
"This Continent Guardian is my ancestor, witch, do not kill him!"
Wang Yue was the first to step forward and speak up.
"Your ancestor?" The witch showed interest, "Your surname is Wang, so his full name must be Wang Zhanling, right?"
"Wang Zhanling?"
Hearing this, Yang Tian could further confirm that the Continent Guardian was indeed Wang Lingzhan.
