On Mo Lin's pitch-black clothes was a large character "Master".
Mo Lin waved his sleeve, and the black clothes disappeared; he withdrew his Netherlord Realm strength.
The courtyard was in complete disarray, with a pungent smell of blood filling the air.
"The person who took my bloodline magic was strong back then."
Six-Eared Mingyue teased Mo Lin, "You might not be able to win against them."
"I already have many enemies, I don't mind having one more."
From the moment Mo Lin decided to save Six-Eared Mingyue, he had no way out.
The people from the Postnatal Race and the Six-Eared Race were all dead.
Mo Lin had already made enemies with these two families.
Mo Lin took out a mask and handed it to Six-Eared Mingyue, saying slowly, "This is for you."
Seeing the clan treasure, Six-Eared Mingyue's eyes revealed a hint of surprise, and she slowly accepted the clan treasure.
With this clan treasure, she had the means to resist the pressure from the Six-Eared Race.
