After Yuan Qianxing received the news, his complexion darkened. “Another Primal Ancestor?! How can there be another Primal Ancestor protecting Huang Xiaolong other than the corpse puppet?!”

“For someone to threaten Chan Yuli… The other party has to be a late-First Resurrection Primal Ancestor!” Yuan Wangfeng turned serious as he estimated.

However, a sneer soon formed on Yuan Qianxing’s face. “Whatever! It doesn’t matter even if he manages to find another Primal Ancestor to protect him! When I become the Mansion Master’s successor in twenty years, he’ll be dead all the same!”

“Your Highness is correct!” Yuan Wangfeng heaved a sigh of relief and continued, “Since he saved Feitian Longpeng, they should be on their way to the Flying Heaven Race. They should be holding...