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"Is that Holy Light!?" In the crowd, a youth broke the silence. Everyone's gaze could not help but focus on the youth below the stone monument. The youth's refined control of elemental energy allowed his yellow-rank meridians to break through in a single breath.

"I heard that in the past five to six years, there hasn't been a young descendant of the Zong Clan that was able to summon the Holy Light. I didn't expect that he would appear in the branch family this time around."

"Indeed, I also heard that the Zong Clan's bloodline has started to decline. This kind of bloodline cannot meet the requirements to summon the Holy Light. I'm afraid that the appearance of this young man will break the deadlock between the Zong Clan and the branch families in one fell swoop. The civil war is about to begin again ?"

The middle-aged man stood by the side and discussed in a low voice. They had seen the Fan family's Golden Third Generation before, and compared to before, the Fan family was indeed going downhill.

"Oh god, this young man can actually summon the Holy Light." Elder Feng pursed her sexy red lips, looking at the light coming from Ni Cai with great interest.

"To be able to obtain the praise of a little demoness like you is indeed a youth's fortune." Elder Yan raised his eyebrows, and the white hair at his temples involuntarily trembled. The corners of his condensed face had already left the mark of time.

"I have such a venomous tongue," the Little Demoness pouted with a trace of dissatisfaction. "Speaking of which, since we're moving away from the Elders Pavilion, big brother has probably already cursed us to death."

"Not necessarily. Boss Feng is someone who can see through everything," Elder Yan firmly shook his head.

"Haha, he probably thinks that we were won over by Elder Xuan. If he knew that we were under the orders of the Patriarch, the boss would probably burp," the little witch said happily, a proud expression flashing across her face.

"It's more than just a burp, I think he'll bow down to the Patriarch's skirt. You don't know how much he admires him." Seeing how the Little Demoness' words were like a banana skin on a cart, Elder Yan subconsciously followed the flow.