"Alright," Fang Ling nodded.@@novelbin@@

Seeing his agreement, Lan Luo immediately made a Heart Demon Oath in front of him.

Then she cast a spell on the others, erasing their memories of the recent events.

Fang Ling wasn't entirely at ease, so he carefully verified it, confirming that they indeed had forgotten everything that had just happened.

The group followed the wide path and soon arrived before the main hall.

The ancient witch clan's inheritance was within this grand and ancient hall.

"This time, everyone in our tribe can enter the Witch God Temple and have the chance to learn new witchcraft spells."

"Fang Ling, on behalf of the Lan Clan tribe, thank you," Lan Luo said, looking at Fang Ling.

Fang Ling replied indifferently, "It's just a transaction. I received my due reward."

Lan Luo smiled slightly, then stepped forward into the main hall.

Once inside, everyone dispersed, and Fang Ling found himself alone.

The environment he was in was not a magnificent hall but a dimly lit stone room.

At that moment, a phantom suddenly appeared before him.

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