Zhan Yingrong and Zhan Wuya were both competitors and combat partners. She yearned to surpass Zhan Wuya, but that didn't mean that she wanted to destroy him.

Zhan Yingrong's last sentence warmed Zhan Wuya's heart even more than comforting him directly. "Believe me, sooner or later, everyone will trust me again."

Seeing that Zhan Wuya and Zhan Yingrong had decided on the new Patriarch, the other Prime Masters rolled their eyes, but no one really stood up to object to Zhan Wuya's suggestion. Because, just as Zhan Yingrong had said, she was indeed the most suitable person for the Patriarch position and for leading them to revive the War God Clan.

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The news of Zhan Yingrong becoming the new Patriarch of the War God Clan spread throughout the entire cultivation world at lightning speed.

When he heard this news, Ye Qingyang had just arrived at the capital of the War God Empire and was about to take a taxi to the Black Sea. When he saw this news on the cultivation network, Ye Qingyang was stunned. Then, he smiled.

To retreat in order to advance, Zhan Wuya was quite smart.

Seeing that Zhan Wuya had successfully resolved his situation in the War God Clan, Ye Qingyang planned to return to the inner academy. Just as he was about to leave, he received a call from Zhan Wuya.

"Ye Qingyang." Zhan Wuya's low and weak voice sounded in Ye Qingyang's ears.

Ye Qingyang scratched his ears as he said sarcastically, "Are you going to die or something?"

Zhan Wuya laughed on the other end of the phone and said, "I heard from Yu Huang that you're coming to the War God Nation to support me?"

Ye Qingyang rubbed his nose awkwardly. He didn't admit it or reject it.

Zhan Wuya knew that a person like Ye Qingyang wouldn't admit it even if he did such a thing.

As a big shot ghostly cultivator, he was very prideful.

Zhan Wuya suddenly called Ye Qingyang's name, "Ye Qingyang."

"What?!" Ye Qingyang replied fiercely.

Zhan Wuya said dispiritedly, "Help me do something."

"What?" Ye Qingyang asked aloofly.

beautiful crystal coffin? Little Xue likes beautiful things, so I think that even after death, she would want to live in a beautiful house." After Zhan Wuya finished speaking, he suddenly laughed self-deprecatingly. Then, he said in a choked voice, "I don't have any romantic feelings for her, but when I personally picked up her head and realized that I couldn't connect her head to her

go. Everyone will die eventually. Wait for me. I'll go

hand and muttered, "Damn, I wasted another bus ticket." He put away the bus ticket. He planned to ask Zhan Wuya to reimburse him when

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blossoms sealed in the middle of the coffin. When Zhan

the blood on Zhan Wuya's body, he frowned worriedly

"I won't die."

Jianxue's body in the coffin. The undertaker had sewed together

very different from her beautiful and charming

personally closed Zhan Jianxue's

Qingyang didn't like to see this sort of scene. He turned around and waited for Zhan Wuya to agree before turning around. He glanced at the woman in the pink dress lying in the coffin as he comforted Zhan Wuya awkwardly, "Don't be so sad.

Xue has been arrogant all her life, but now, she has finally done something that makes her proud. I'm happy

said, "You look like who lost your

Zhan Wuya remained silent.

and ask Duan Fen to refine the Cherry Blossom Warhammer?" He liked Zhan Jianxue, but when he discovered Zhan

so sad. Zhan Jianxue was sincere to you, so compared to me, you're much luckier."

and Jing Jiaren, he nodded in agreement. "Yes, you're even more

Ye Qingyang was speechless.

at the lake island villa at dawn. Just as he got off the ferry, he saw a woman in a

Qingyang frowned slightly when

Jiaren sensed that the surrounding atmosphere had become filled with ghost energy, and this

Ye Qingyang?

Jiaren took

After he nodded, he entered the square and took a small path in order to take the energy car. Jing Jiaren suddenly stopped

and stopped. Then, he

a proud woman, so she quickly

became

the change in Ye Qingyang's

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