Before it had even begun, Lu Yunxiao had already seen through it.
Guilt, shame, nowhere to hide.
Qing Xuan's feelings were exceedingly complicated.
"Hmph, the Ancient Futu Clan really is hopeless trash."
Lu Yunxiao snorted coldly as he looked at Qing Xuan with her head lowered, appearing utterly helpless.
He could not be bothered to dwell on it too much.
Qing Xuan herself could not decide anything.
The truly detestable ones were those old bastards from the Qing Vein. He had spared their lives, yet they still came out to stir up trouble.
Lu Yunxiao understood their intentions, but he found them deeply repulsive.
Would it not have been better to behave themselves?
Did they have to come out and cause trouble?
They wanted him to step in and protect the Ancient Futu Clan?
And use a honey trap?
Then he would refuse to concern himself with the Ancient Futu Clan.
That pack of damned fools could wait to be devoured by those people.
There was no need to think about it. After he had been in seclusion for so long, those ambitious schemers were likely already growing impatient.
The moment he left the Futu Realm, the Ancient Futu Clan would suffer a true blow.
But so what?
They had brought it upon themselves.
"Follow me!"
Lu Yunxiao called out to Qing Xuan and started walking.
Qing Xuan did not dare resist and followed behind Lu Yunxiao meekly, her brows lowered.
By the time Lu Yunxiao found Qing Yanjing, she had already left the meeting hall.
Qing Yanjing's dark eyebrows were faintly furrowed, and she was clearly not in a very good mood.
Yet when she saw Lu Yunxiao, delight surged onto that elegant and unconventional pretty face.
"Husband, you've come out of seclusion."
Qing Yanjing hurried forward to Lu