Hun Ruoruo's Family Matters

"Are you sure?"

By now, even Hun Ruoruo's tone had become somewhat strange.

She knew her old man was immensely capable, ruthless, and merciless, but she had never imagined he could have reached such lengths.

Of the five supreme realms back then, aside from Hun Tiandi himself, every single one had been within his calculations. Even Gu Yuan, who had seemingly reaped every benefit, had failed to escape his restraints.

Even Hun Ruoruo, who had secretly regarded him as her greatest hypothetical enemy countless times, had never anticipated such methods. Even now, she scarcely dared believe it!

Taking a deep breath, she asked as calmly as she could, "How much do you really know about what happened back then? Do not conceal anything. Tell me everything."

Hun Miesheng seemed to have expected this question long ago. He could not help sighing deeply as he said with a bitter smile, "Lord, it is not that this subordinate deliberately concealed it. It is simply that even with this subordinate's status, there was no way for me to know anything about events from a thousand years ago."

One had to know that although he was now the master of the Soul Cutting Hall and had earned a fearsome reputation throughout the Central Continent, once placed within the Elder Council, he was, at best, merely a subordinate with one foot in the core circle.

That was the case even now, let alone a thousand years ago, when Hun Miesheng had still been an obscure junior of the Soul Clan.

He simply was not qualified to come into contact with the clan's secrets from a thousand years ago.

Hearing this, Hun Ruoruo frowned slightly, likewise realizing the enormous span of time involved.

A thousand years was far too long—long enough to change anything.

Including people.