What the heck is the Witch Scale Clan? Yang Zhen had no idea. He had never heard of them, nor had he thought about learning about them.
Watching the old man kneeling before him, Yang Zhen couldn't help but sigh, brushing his hair back from his forehead and mutter, "Life as Sao Saint is tough. Once a person has abilities, their responsibilities grow as well. No wonder there's a saying that goes around our village: 'With great power comes great responsibility.'"
Hearing this, the corners of Golden Eagle Emperor and Emperor Aotian's mouths couldn't help but twitch simultaneously.
The old man was also bewildered, lifting his head to look at Yang Zhen while speaking respectfully, "Old man Lou Woli begs the young friend to please save our clan. I am willing to pay any price in exchange."
Golden Eagle Emperor and Emperor Aotian were both shaken, staring at Lou Woli in surprise, then at the group of excited clan members behind him, with a mix of absurdity and envy on their faces.
