Looking at the head on the wooden stake, then at the laughing crowd around, and the onlookers pointing fingers, a chill ran down Lu Xuanji's spine as he turned to leave, his mind in turmoil.
He never expected that the Golden Core Ancestor would be such a person.
When they first met, the Golden Core Ancestor was a stunning beauty, her beauty bubbling over, breathtaking.
The Ancestor even wanted to take him as a disciple. Although he refused, he had a good impression of this Ancestor.
Later, she pierced three swords through the air, exterminating the Demon Cultivators and saving the Lu Family.
The goodwill towards the Golden Core Ancestor was completely maxed out.
But just now, because the Eight Great Clans did not respond to the conscription, or because some clans lacked enough people, more than fifty Foundation Establishment Cultivators, and two Purple Mansion Cultivators were directly wiped out, their heads hung on wooden stakes.
