Lin Xi first entered a state of absolute shock, and then he suddenly felt a mysterious heartbrokenness. He looked at Nangong Weiyang who was still calm, and then couldn’t help but look at Lucky who stuck its head out of his sleeves again.

He thought about Lucky who had just been born by Great Desolate Swamp’s mud lakes.

In the eyes of Yunqin’s people, Lucky was also a mutant.

Lin Xi understood. All mutants normally wouldn’t experience good fates.

“This is impossible.”

He couldn’t help but look at these three Fiend Race wise ones, forcefully shaking his head. “Even if she is some type of mutant, how could she possibly not look even a bit like you all? Even her hair and eyes aren’t green, instead looking more like Yunqin’s people.”

The Fiend Race older female wise one who held a tree staff couldn’t help but continuously speak a few pleasant sounding but cryptic words.

The elder sighed. “Wise One Chi Wan said that what you said is indeed correct, but it is precisely because it is impossible… this is like a lion suddenly being born among cats, thus making all of our clansmen begin to feel fear.”

“However, if we are going...