Father, who is both a heir and a descendant, is still biased; the bound system has gone berserk.

This inn has a very special name: Witch God Pavilion.

It doesn't sound like a very proper inn name, but it's a unique feature of the Southern Barbarian Witch Capital.

In the main hall on the first floor of the Witch God Pavilion, right in front of the entrance is a statue of the Witch Goddess. The two groups of people who came in immediately paid their respects to the statue of the Witch Goddess without paying attention to anything else.

After that, the two groups of people stared at each other intently.

"Yao Qi, you've also come for the Chosen One, haven't you?"

A middle-aged man with a white python with red stripes wrapped around his waist smiled at the middle-aged man in black robes opposite him.

The middle-aged man in black robes glanced back at the other man expressionlessly and said, "Lanba, I thought you would consider rescuing Lan Yan and the others first!"

Lanba smiled, affectionately stroking the python's head, his narrow, cold eyes filled with arrogance: "Do High Priest Lan Yan and the others still need to be saved?"

"Since those Northern Xuan people have come to the territory of the Southern Barbarians, they naturally have to obediently release the people. High Priest Lan Yan and the others will leave with us soon."

Yao Qi glanced at him, his expression a mix of mockery and sarcasm, "Is that so? I don't think so."

"Not necessarily? Yao Qi, do you think the Black Witch faction is as incompetent and cowardly as your White Witch faction?"

"When the Northern Xuan people come to my Southern Barbarian territory, they won't be allowed to act arrogantly. Even if they misbehave, I will make them obedient."

Ramba is very confident.

Yao Qi nodded. "What you said makes a lot of sense. But don't forget, the 30,000 iron cavalry of Beixuan on the border are eyeing Wudu with predatory intent. If you dare to make any rash moves, just wait for your country to be destroyed."

Lanba's face darkened, and he sneered, "Yao Qi, I know that your White Witch faction doesn't like our Black Witch faction, but you can't boost the morale of others while diminishing your own prestige."

Yao Qi said, "I heard that you used Yunzhou as a place to refine Gu, and not long ago, 100,000 Nine-Headed Gu were burned to ashes by divine fire. Lanba, Nine-Headed Gu are taboo. With the statue of the Witch Goddess in front of you, do you dare to say that your Black Witch faction is not a sinner?"

Lanba's face instantly darkened. He looked up and stared directly at the statue of the witch goddess on the wall, saying, "Everything we've done is for the sake of my Southern Barbarians. Your Highness the Witch Goddess will surely understand and support us."

The python wrapped around his waist also turned its head and flicked its tongue at Yao Qi, its eyes cold and sinister.

A hint of mockery appeared on Yao Qi's face.

No noise was allowed in front of the goddess statue, and since Lanba and the others had cleared the area, the hall was still quiet at this moment, with only Lanba and Yaoqi's two groups of people.

They were at a standoff, neither willing to give way.

Ying Yufu sat by the window on the third floor, watching the scene in the lobby below, and listened to their conversation word for word.

Shangguan glanced at the crowd below, turned around, walked out of the room, and went downstairs.

Ying Yufu turned her head and stared at his back, a thoughtful look flashing in her eyes.

Since arriving in Wudu, Shangguan Sheng has been preoccupied with worries, knowing that he had a deep connection with the Southern Barbarians in his previous life.

But this life is not the past life. Whether those past connections he had with those people are still the same people from before is hard to say.

Ying Yufu was somewhat worried.

In the main hall, the shopkeeper stood in the corner, not daring to step forward at all.

Finally, Lanba frowned and looked at the shopkeeper.

"Boss, did you tell the people above that we're here? Why aren't they coming down to see us?" Lamba asked impatiently.

The shopkeeper inwardly groaned and hurriedly said cautiously, "Great Shaman, I have just conveyed your message to the guests upstairs. I don't know why they haven't come down yet; perhaps something has delayed them."

"Something came up and kept them waiting?" Lamba scoffed. "What could possibly keep them waiting to see us?"

"In the territory of the Southern Barbarians, I, the Great Shaman, came to see them in person, yet they refused to come out to greet me. These Northern Xuan peasants are truly rude!"

As he spoke, he gave a cold laugh and started walking upstairs, with the shopkeeper not daring to stop him at all.

Seeing Lanba and the others go upstairs, Yaoqi and the others also set off together.

Just as they took a step, they saw a small figure coming down from upstairs.

Lanba paused, frowned, and sneered, "Why is a child sent down? Could it be that the Crown Prince of Beixuan is afraid and doesn't dare to come down to see us himself, so he sent a child instead?"

Shangguan Sheng glanced at him coldly, his dark eyes landing on Yao Qi's face, a slight warmth rising within them.

When Yao Qi first met his eyes, he was stunned for a moment, and then his face showed excitement.

"You...you're the child the head of the family was talking about!"

With jet-black eyes and no whites, he looked about eight years old – exactly the appearance of the child the patriarch had described.

Shangguan Sheng was taken aback and asked in surprise, "Does the Yao family head know me?"

Yao Qi said, "The head of the family consulted the oracle yesterday and divined that an old friend would return. His appearance and demeanor are exactly like the young master's."

Lan Ba ​​narrowed his eyes, sizing up Shangguan Sheng from head to toe, and sneered, "Playing hard to get!"

No one paid him any attention. Shangguan Sheng was somewhat moved and asked, "How is the patriarch?"

Yao Qi was surprised by Shangguan Sheng's familiar attitude, but when the topic turned to the head of the family, his expression darkened, and he mumbled, "The head of the family is well."

Shangguan Sheng frowned.

It's alright, but it seems it's not so good.

In his past life, he remembered that the head of the Yao family was tormented by poisonous Gu. He was only in his forties or fifties, but he was already emaciated and his life had reached its limit.

After being named the Holy Son, he passed away, even before the Ancestor of Witchcraft.

In this life, there are still six years left until the previous one.

It's not too late.

Lanba frowned, his eyes flickering. He stared intently at Yao Qi and Shangguan Sheng, not understanding what was so special about this little brat that Yao Qi had to waste so much time talking to him.

"You White Witches are truly depraved, hmph!" Ramba snorted coldly, then turned and walked upstairs.

Yao Qi looked at Shangguan Sheng and said, "Young Master, the Patriarch learned of your arrival in Wudu and specially sent us to pay our respects. Would you be so kind as to show us the way?"

Shangguan Sheng nodded slightly and said, "Come with me, His Highness the Crown Prince and my sister are upstairs."

"They're coming up," Ying Yufu said.

The crown prince tilted his head slightly and looked down.

Shangguan Fei, Wushuang, and the others also turned their heads to look in the direction of the gate.

Lan Yan and the others, who were wearing wooden shackles, also looked excited and full of expectation, waiting for someone to come and rescue them from their suffering.

Soon after, footsteps approached, and the door was pushed open with a loud bang.

Before Lanba could even step inside, his voice rang out: "The Crown Prince of Beixuan dares not descend to see us, so we have no choice but to come up ourselves..."

Before he could finish speaking, he knelt down with a thud.

The dull thud of his knees hitting the ground sent a chill down one's spine. Ramba's eyes widened, and his face instantly flushed red.

It hurts so much.

Then he heard a girl's voice ring out with laughter: "The great shaman of the Southern Barbarians is so kind to greet us with such a grand gesture."

Lanba's face contorted with rage as he glared at the source of the sound.

Then he saw Ying Yufu looking at him with a smile.