"For the sake of the family's immortality, we unworthy descendants must send the Mountain Ancestor to his death!"
The woman spoke, a hint of indescribable coldness flashing in her eyes.
"Tomorrow, I ask you, my young friend, to sow chaos at the critical moment!!"
"When the upheaval begins tomorrow, please intervene, my young friend!"
As she spoke, the woman slowly bowed to Su Tu.
"No, no! That thing is not..." Su Tu looked at the woman, his voice slightly anxious as he spoke, feeling something amiss.
The disaster that the woman spoke of was the Immortal Robe.
But the White Silk hanging above the Chen Family's door was not the Immortal Robe at all!!
He bore Wa Huang's strands of hair and had absorbed several Immortal Robe techniques; he could sense anything related to the Immortal Robe.
If the White Silk came from the Immortal Robe, he would have sensed it the moment he entered the courtyard.
Therefore, the woman's words did not add up...
