Gonggong was both shocked and delighted, glaring fiercely at Nuannuan.
"You mischievous girl, I knew you liked to lie. The Witch Master is deceased, where is his relic? And the Pangu True Scripture?"
Nuannuan raised her head and said calmly, "I don't know what you're talking about."
"The Pangu True Scripture is the supreme heart method created by my father, how could it be given to someone like you?"
Gonggong chuckled maliciously, "The Witch Master is dead, this can't be up to you!"
As he spoke, he stepped forward two steps, his hands spread wide, appearing aggressive and dominant.
At that moment, an elder with a broad forehead and bloated ears raised his hand to stop Gonggong.
"Hold on, it's better that we clarify these matters."
He turned around, his face very serious.
"Miss Nuannuan, are you sure the Witch Master has died? Where is the body? Can you lead us to pay respects and express our condolences?"
