The deacon's true intentions were far from seeking justice for Yan Wuji.
It was evident that he had co with the intention of confirming Yan Wuji's damaged spiritual roots, likely aiming to exploit the situation and seize the Yan Family's possessions.
But in this mont, he didn't even bother feigning his intentions.
Yan Wuji let out a chuckle, his eyes darting towards Gu Chaoyan, who was discreetly observing from the corner. His gaze conveyed a deep sense of gratitude.
He could sense the restoration of his spiritual roots.
It was all thanks to this young woman that the Yan Family had a fighting chance.
And now…
Yan Wuji couldn't contain his joy.
He eagerly anticipated the deacon's reaction.
Yan Wuji extended his hands, preparing to reveal the state of his spiritual roots.
The couple from the Yan Family, their faces pale, collapsed to the ground. Despair emanated from their eyes, as if they could already foresee the grim fate that awaited the Yan Family.
A smile crept across the deacon's face.
He awaited the unveiling of Yan Wuji's spiritual roots, eager to report back his findings.
There was no one else from the Yan Family present. The Old Ancestor remained secluded, unable to erge. However, the Yan Family's influence surpassed that of other aristocratic clans in the Shenyou Continent. Otherwise, no one would dare lay a finger on the Yan Family when they appeared defenseless.
The Shenyou Dynasty may hold royal status, but their authority did not reign supre over the lands abundant with spiritual energy.
For instance…
The royal family and the prominent aristocratic families existed in a delicate balance, forming a tripod of power. No one dared to provoke or challenge one another, as long as the aristocratic families remained secure.
However, the Yan Family found itself in a perilous situation. The imperial family sought to bolster its influence by recruiting more mbers into the Supre Sect this year, aiming to establish complete control over the Shenyou Continent when the opportune mont arrived.
At the Yan Family.
They would be the first aristocratic family to be destroyed.
The Yan Family's foundation would be added to the imperial family, so the imperial family's power would be raised to a higher level.
But the Second Prince was more powerful than them.
The deacon was waiting for Yan Wuji's spiritual root to be revealed.
Yan Wuji's Spiritual Root was revealed in his palm, a perfect Spiritual Root.
The deacon, who was about to say sothing sarcastic, got startled when he saw the spiritual root.
An intact spiritual root?
The Second Prince's n had already destroyed his spiritual roots, and the Apothecary who ca had spread the news that his spiritual roots were totally useless.
How could that be?
How could it be in good condition?
That was impossible.
The couple of the Yan Family had already closed their eyes, not wanting to see anything.
But Mada Yan's maid patted Mada Yan excitedly. "Mada Yan, take a look, take a look!"
"You bitch, what are you shouting for?" Mada Yan was very displeased, when she was patted by the maid, who snapped at her.
The maid was not afraid at all.
Mada Yan possessed a sharp tongue and often scolded those around her, but deep down, she cared for them. Despite her stern words, she never resorted to physical harm and frequently bestowed gifts upon them. Whenever the servants' families faced difficulties, Mada Yan would lend a helping hand. The sharpness of her words had beco a familiar part of their lives.
In a soft voice, one of the servants spoke, "Mada, look at Young Master's spiritual root. It is unhard."
"What did you say?" Mada Yan couldn't believe her ears. She looked up and saw the intact spiritual root resting in Wuji's palm.
It was all true…
Her gaze shifted towards Gu Chaoyan.
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