At this moment, an elder from the Witch Clan, who appeared to be in his fifties and should be Feng Xuewen's uncle by rank, spoke: "Clan Leader!"
Feng Xuewen looked at him. The elder said: "Although you have the power to rival Heaven and Earth, you must not disgrace the roots of our Witch Clan!"
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone present was stunned, looking at Feng Xuewen. Feng Xuewen looked at him and asked: "Roots, what do you mean by roots?"
The Witch Clan elder replied: "Of course, it is the inheritance of the Witch God!"
Feng Xuewen said: "The Witch God Inheritance, yes, it is indeed the foundation passed down through generations of our Witch Clan, but has anyone ever considered that this very foundation might be the obstacle hindering our clan's development? Many of our hardships arise because of this foundation!"
Upon hearing this, the crowd exchanged glances and looked at Feng Xuewen. The elder said again: "Clan Leader, why are you speaking nonsense?"
