Nezha's muttered "so hypocritical" was not loud, yet it was like an invisible needle that precisely pierced Ao Bing's carefully maintained disguise.
Ao Bing's body suddenly stiffened. A fine layer of cold sweat instantly seeped from his brow, and the clothes on his back were nearly soaked through in an instant.
He could feel that gaze from the seat of honor. Though calm, it seemed to contain the power to see through eternity, seeing him inside and out with complete clarity.
Every excuse, every disguise, seemed so laughable and so feeble before that gaze.
The hall fell into a suffocating silence.
Qin Feng said nothing. He merely lifted his teacup, gently blew on the floating tea leaves, and took an unhurried sip.
The more calm and indifferent he appeared, the greater the pressure in Ao Bing's heart became.
It felt like an endless starry sky coldly watching an ant struggle desperately.
Every thought and every scheme of yours was nothing more than an insignificant farce in the other party's eyes.
The hand Ao Bing used to hold the Jade Box began to tremble slightly.
This treasure, which had gathered the essence of the Four Seas, now felt as heavy as a mountain in his hands, so scorching that he wished he could throw it away at once.
His father had gone gray overnight, the clan elders were consumed by sorrow, and the Dragon Clan's future was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe...
Scene after scene flashed through his mind.
He suddenly understood.
Before someone who did not even regard saints highly, any scheming or probing would only bring humiliation upon himself.
The only path to survival might lie in absolute honesty.
At that thought, the taut string in Ao Bing's heart suddenly snapped.
He let out a long,