"Should Master agree, a decree will naturally be issued."

Those usually imposing Star Lords and divine generals always seemed to "slip up" at critical moments and let him escape.

Now it seemed that Haotian had been secretly instructing them all along, deliberately going easy on him.

A powerful surge of guilt and shame instantly flooded Yang Jian's heart.

He turned to look at Haotian, who stood nearby.

The ruler of the Three Realms stood with his hands behind his back, staring up at the sky and desperately concealing the tears in his eyes.

He had borne the blame for so many years, endured his own nephew pointing at his nose and cursing him for so long, yet never explained a single word.

"Uncle."

Yang Jian's lips trembled as he called out that long-lost form of address with extreme difficulty.

Haotian's body jolted.

He turned to look at Yang Jian kneeling on the ground, and the tears in his eyes finally spilled over.

"Good child, get up."

Haotian hurried forward, pulled Yang Jian up from the ground, and firmly patted his broad shoulders with both hands.

"Let the past stay in the past."

"As long as you and your mother are safe, what does it matter if your uncle suffers a little grievance?"

Yang Jian took a deep breath and forced back the tears in his eyes. The pride in his bones would not allow him to remain immersed in sorrow.

Now that he knew who his true enemy was, his next objective was very clear.

"Uncle." Yang Jian's tone became more solemn than ever. "You came to see me today because you wanted to form an alliance with the Underworld through my master."

"How do you intend to form this alliance?"

"How do you intend to form it?"

The moment Yang Jian asked that question, the atmosphere in the