On the day Yun Yao inherited the position of Holy Daughter, she swore an oath before her ancestors' spirit tablets. She had to succeed! As long as she could obtain the legendary holy artifact, she could lift the ten-thousand-year curse on the Witch Race!
But now, with the Holy Land right before her eyes, her path was blocked by a mere one hundred and eight steps!
Resentment, anger, anxiety... All sorts of emotions festered wildly in her heart.
While her subordinates behind her were as anxious as ants on a hot griddle, Yun Yao, in contrast, forced herself to calm down.
"I understand now."
She spoke slowly, her voice quiet but filled with an unquestionable calm.
Her sharp eyes, hidden behind her veil, replayed the scene of Gu Yuexi and Chu Sheng ascending the steps.
'That woman had a string of wooden beads on her wrist, and the mosquito had one around its neck...'
'And after they passed, did they leave behind some... wood shavings on the ground?'
