Li Ping'an used his Immortal Consciousness to probe the entrance of Mo Linyuan's Great Hall, vaguely observing the situation within.
The interior of the Great Hall remained eerie and peculiar.
Densely packed figures were scattered throughout the Great Hall, each seated in meditation, resembling accomplished cultivators, including the headless Great Witch—Xingtian.
Ferocious and headless.
Li Ping'an sighed inwardly.
No wonder his covert investigations for so long had failed to locate this ancient Great Witch's whereabouts; it turns out he had been stealthily undermined by Mo Linyuan, his neighbor from the northern region of the Witch Clan!
How unexpected, to be led astray by the Internal Heavenly Path.
At this moment, Li Ping'an felt rather at ease.
The axe that had been looming over his neck had finally acquired a crack and a notch.
Li Ping'an then gazed upon the corpse of the Ancestral Witch.
