The Curse of the Ancient City

The next day, under the attention of the entire clan, Little Zhong Chi left the clan with his Antelope Horse and a five-foot-long felt cloak.

At the entrance of the clan, a massive ancient vine appeared, vibrant and sprawling, almost surrounding the entire clan village.

Little Zhong Chi approached the ancient vine, his face sincere, and knelt down on both knees, saying, “Grandfather Vine, the safety of the clan depends on you.”

In fact, this vine had appeared next to the clan a year ago.

However, at that time, Little Zhong Chi was busy practicing runic sorcery and didn’t pay much attention to the vine.

It was only yesterday that Tong Ming told him that this was a powerful spirit summoned by Tong Ming to help protect his clan.

“Child, you possess exceptional talent and will undoubtedly become a formidable force in the future. Here, I will do my utmost to protect you, so you can venture outside with peace of mind,” the voice of the ancient vine sounded somewhat aged.