As a result, the script that had long since been set in stone directly turned into a farce where I relied on my identity as Sky City's Lord to harass Qing Weixin, Li Jueshi tried to stop me but could only lead people in resistance, and was ultimately miserably defeated by my deranged self, followed by a scene of father and son joining forces against a common enemy to strike down the demon. If they hadn't been slain by me on the spot at the end, even Li Aoshi might have found other evidence to turn the tables. Truly, the endless mouths of the world could never extinguish a victor's schemes. It seemed that these days, it was still better to cling to life, lest someone put some kind of label on me behind my back.
Of course, I wasn't concerned with these clowns jumping around. What I cared about was whether Li Poxiao and Old Man Zuo dared to come touch the box. But Old Man Zuo had managed to live so long precisely because he wasn't some reckless fool courting death. Although everyone took turns scrambling to inspect the box, he deliberately stayed far away, letting others fiddle with it while he remained utterly unmoved. Otherwise, if he dared come over and touch the box, I would rather expose myself and butcher the sinister bastard.
"Fine. Since there's no way to solve this box, it can only mean that everyone's cultivation is still insufficient. We'll have to wait for Grand Supreme Jiang to personally unravel this formation, or wait for the other Grand Supremes or senior predecessors to come resolve the matter. After all, Senior Tianhe and Senior Yusong have both already rushed here, so surely they can lend us a hand. We won't offer any more advice