"You... Young Emperor?" His voice trembled, and he forced a smile even uglier than crying. "What... what do you mean by this?"
Nantian Zhu, Nantian Zhen, the Great Elder Nan Tian Xuan, and the second elder Nan Tian Qing also appeared behind Chu Jiang.
Nantian Zhen's expression was icy, a trace of regret flashing through it. "Nan Tian Lie, how did the ancestor treat you?"
"The ancestor's kindness toward me is as weighty as a mountain!" Nan Tian Lie hurriedly said. "Three thousand years ago, I was gravely injured, and the ancestor personally treated me. Two thousand years ago, when I encountered danger while breaking through to the Saint Realm, the ancestor bestowed a Saint Pill to safeguard my path. How could I, Nan Tian Lie, be so ungrateful—"
"Then why did you betray us?" Nantian Zhen cut him off.
"Betrayal? Why would the Family Head say such a thing?" Nan Tian Lie's pupils suddenly contracted, though he forced himself to remain calm. "I, Nan Tian Lie, have been utterly loyal to the Nan Tian Family. Heaven and earth can bear witness! Someone must have slandered me. Young Emperor, please see the truth!"
He looked at Chu Jiang, his eyes brimming with grievance. Inside, he was panicking like mad, but no matter what, he could not admit it.
Chu Jiang gave a slight shake of his head. This man's acting truly had reached the pinnacle—there was no telling it was an act. There was no acting at all, only emotion.
Worthy of someone who had lain hidden for ten thousand years.
"This is a Communication Talisman unique to the Fallen God Hall. It requires a Fallen God secret art to activate." Nan Tian Xuan's aged voice rang out, carrying suppressed fury. "Nan Tian Lie, you cultivate the Nan Tian methods.