After waiting for a long time, Wu Zhuo felt something was wrong. Then he hurriedly walked out two people. Except for the man with armor who went to report, the other person looked like a strategist.

The man who looked like a strategist walked up to look at Wuzhu and asked, "I heard that the young hero has important things, but I don't know what the matter is?"

"Are you the patriarch?" Wu Zhuo asked tentatively.

"No, no, no, there are regulations in the clan that any matter needs to be selected by me before meeting the clan leader." The person who looked like a strategist explained.

Wu Zhui observed the person in front of him with doubts. Judging from his appearance, he really didn't have many good impressions, and he always gave people a sense of sinisterness and deception. Although he could not behave like a person, Wu Zhui still chose to cautiously stick to his original idea and said, "This matter is of great importance, I must meet the patriarch."

The person who looked like a strategist narrowed his eyes and looked at Wuzhu, as if he wanted to find some useful clues in him, but no matter how he looked, they were ordinary mortals. No characteristics of the bloodline of the immortal race had ever appeared on him. He asked in confusion: "How did you come in?"

Five Turbidities were a little confused for a moment. Why were these people so interested in how he came in?

"That's how I came in. Does this have anything to do with my meeting with the patriarch?" Wu Zhuo really didn't know what could be related to it.

The person who looked like a strategist seemed disconvincing. When he heard Wu Zhuo ask back, he naturally said a little annoyed: "Do you think the leader of the Qingyang clan can be seen by you when you meet? What is your intention to come here? It is neither my own clan nor the characteristics of an immortal clan. How did you come in?"

Can only the Immortals come in? If so, it seems that at least I have the bloodline of the Immortals. But now it is not certain whether the Qingyang clan is an enemy or a friend, and he cannot easily reveal his identity. He said, "I met a woman in white on the road, and she guided me here."

"Is she who guided you?" The person who looked like a strategist had long seen the transparent ice crystal powder on Wuzhu's shoulders. I didn't know which Qingyang clan member did it. After hearing what Wuzhu said, the cause and effect were all right.

"Thanks to the help of that girl, I was able to walk out of the Blue Dream Sea of ​​Flowers. I wonder if that girl is a member of the clan?" Although there is no definite answer, Wuzhu's intuition told him that the girl is a member of the Qingyang clan.

"Okay, follow me."

The stone steps leading to the top of the cliff are winding and steep, all of which are small paths carved out from the hard rock walls. Wuzhu followed the men who looked like counselors and climbed to the cliff in a short while. This place is a commanding height of dozens of miles. The view is extremely wide, which is a great place to live.

Rows of dome houses made of bricks and stone are neatly arranged on the top of the cliff. At the end of the cliff top platform is a very strange building. The eaves are compactly carved with strange words. The concave and convex foyer makes the whole building feel oppressive, making people look awe-inspiring.

"The patriarch is above the hall, but..." The person who looked like a strategist stared at the green light sword in Wuzhu's hand and said, "We are not allowed to be carried in the hall, so you can leave it to the custodian with confidence."

As soon as he finished speaking, a person came over and said respectfully: "Please put the weapon in the plate and will be kept properly."

Wu Zhuo did not hesitate and placed the green lightsaber in the designated plate and followed the person who looked like a strategist into the hall.

There were three people sitting in the hall, one person sitting on each side. Perhaps because of their similar bloodlines, except for their different clothes, the five turbidities could not distinguish the other differences between the two.

The man in the middle had a long beard, his sword eyebrows and eagle eyes, and his demeanor was extraordinary. He was very sure that this person was the leader of the clan.

A person who looked like a strategist led Wuzhu to the middle of the hall and said, "The clan leader is this person."

The patriarch's eyes looked very much like a strategist, and asked, "What can you do if you are a mortal citizen here?"

People in the mortal world? If you push forward a few days ago, Wu Zhu will naturally not deny your identity as people in the mortal world. But now that you know that you have the blood of the immortals, Wu Zhu has the right to know. What makes him confused is that he still cannot determine whether the people in front of you are establishing their own business or colluding with the demon.

"My name is Wuzhu. I was entrusted by others. I came to find relatives for others." Wuzhu had an idea and came up with an idea.

"Looking for a relative?" The person sitting on the left side of Wuzhu couldn't help laughing. After a while, he reluctantly held back and continued to ask: "What kind of relatives are you looking for? The Qingyang clan people are now in the clan, so where can they get close to each other?"

"The person who asked me to come is about to die. I miss the hometown of Yizhou in Donghai day and night. I want to be buried with my fellow tribe after my death, which is also a return to my hometown. Then I entrust me to find my relatives." Wu Zhuo made up a random reason and said.

The three people in the hall were full of doubts. After looking at each other, the patriarch asked, "Since you are here on behalf of others, you should know the person's name."

"He only told me his last name, but he didn't say what he called it. He just told me that as long as he brought his last name, you would understand everything." Wu Zhuo said.

The man sitting on the right side of Wuzhu asked impatiently: "Speak quickly! What is his surname?"

"Suoyang."

"What!" The two left and right slapped the table at the same time and looked at the clan leader in disbelief.

The patriarch seemed very calm, as if the result was completely within his guess, and said, "If it were really Suo Yang, it must be my immortal clan. As the patriarch, I should have taken him back, but how could I believe what you said is true or false?"

"Clan leader, don't believe this person. The Suoyang clan merged into Qingyang and the two Ruyang clans a hundred years ago. There was no one who inherited this lineage. At this moment, a Suoyang clan suddenly appeared. There was another plan." The man on the left glared and said with anger in his words.

The patriarch reached out and signaled the two of them to sit down, saying, "Zhiqi doesn't have to worry. If it is fake, I will have a way to verify it. If it is true, as a lineage of the immortal clan, we cannot sit idly by and watch."

The man who was called Zhiqi by the patriarch sighed, sat on the chair, and said, "It's been so many years, how could it be true?"

The patriarch no longer paid attention to Zhiqi's complaints, and turned his eyes to Wuzhu again and asked, "Where is this person now?"

"The person who entrusts me to come has a few questions," Wuzhuo looked at the clan leader without any intention of interrupting, and continued: "It is rumored in the world that Qingyang clan had colluded with the Demonic Way Wuchen Sect, but it is true?"

The patriarch also did not deny it and said, "Yes, but the word collusion is a bit heavy. If we talk about the relationship between Qingyang and Wuchen Sect, the only intersection is Jiao, but that is also the past. Now we have completely separated the relationship and there is no intersection anymore."

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!