Master vs. Birth Father

It had always been the gravest of taboos to discuss a clan leader's family affairs. Even someone as formidable as Hun Miesheng had avoided the subject like the plague when speaking of the father-daughter relationship between the two, not daring to interfere in the slightest.

Perhaps only fools who feared neither heaven nor earth would do something so foolish.

Was Old Man Yao a fool?

Obviously not.

On the contrary, not only was he no fool, but he also understood the Eight Clans' strict hierarchy better than most, for he had once been a member of the Yao Clan.

To Old Man Yao back then, even the words of an elder within the Yao Clan were as sacred and inviolable as heavenly might. A single sentence could expel him from the clan and exile him forever.

Even though he had now reached the ninth tier, he still lacked sufficient foundations when facing a behemoth like the Yao Clan, much less the Soul Clan, which was far more powerful.

Yet he still spoke.

It had nothing to do with gains or losses, nor with life or death. He simply could not abide injustice and thus spoke his mind plainly.

This was what Old Man Yao had once taught Xiao Yan and the other. As their master, he believed it necessary to lead by example.

The soundless silence persisted for a long while, as though even the temperature of heaven and earth had plummeted. Outside the hall, Mo Yu, who stood guard, shuddered for no reason, feeling as if an immense weight were pressing against his chest.

Old Man Yao within the hall faced an even more unimaginable pressure.

If the Spirit Realm meant stepping into heaven and earth, and the Heaven Realm meant merging with heaven and earth, then the Emperor