Ancestor Sacrifice Day was drawing near, and the Prophetic Son had returned.
All these signs pointed to the fact that for the Sky Strategy Clan, the Emperor Tomb sealed for a thousand years was about to resurface.
Because of this, it seemed as though everyone in the Sky Strategy Clan was entering a state of slight frenzy, whether it was the faction of the Great Elder or the lineage of Elder Heiyu; it appeared they were all secretly plotting something.
The moment the Prophetic Son appeared, it had already been destined that the conflict between these two factions would intensify.
On the first night at Wangduan Mountain, everything was calm, seemingly peaceful, but Ling Feng knew this was merely the prelude to an impending storm.
Indeed, the next morning, Ling Feng sensed the guards outside the courtyard were uneasily whispering about something.
