Zhao Wuxi laughed heartily and said,
"We naturally know that your clan's Forbidden Land doesn't easily allow people to enter, so... we'll just force our way in!"
With that, he raised his hand, and the Magic Artifact in his hand was once again offered up. Que Wushuang's pupils shrank at the sight, and he urgently said,
"Senior, what do you mean by this? Our Giant Que Race holds no grudge against the Three Suns Sect, so why forcibly enter our clan's territory?"
Zhao Wuxi replied coldly,
"Indeed, we bear no grudge. If you must blame something, blame your ancestors for being of the Demon Clan, and for sealing it within the Forbidden Land. Had you turned it to ashes long ago, would you be in this predicament today?"
Upon hearing this, Que Wushuang narrowed his eyes slightly,
"So... you're here for our clan's ancestor!"
Zhao Wuxi nodded and replied,