Wei An left.
At Yue Gongli's earnest pleading, he refused twice.
But when this thick-skinned man tirelessly made a third request, looking as though there would be a fourth and fifth...
Wei An still took away the two post-battle survivors from the Holy Spirit Hall.
From then on, only two people remained within the range covered by the Saint Tribulation.
Yue Gongli glanced at the Black Tortoise Golden Pagoda and found that only the Heavenly Secrets Formation had been destroyed. Cen Qiaofu truly had not damaged anything related to the Holy Palace Trial itself.
"Senior Cen, I offended you greatly just now. You should know who I am, right?" he transmitted.
With a boom, Cen Qiaofu was caught off guard and blasted deep underground by lightning, nearly failing to withstand that Saint Tribulation strike.
"?"
After getting back up and looking around, he confirmed that the person who had transmitted to him could only have been Yue Gongli. Dumbfounded, he could not speak.
"I'm Yue Gongli. My elder sister is Moon Palace Slave, and my brother-in-law is Ba Zunan—the First Seat of our Saint Slave!"
"Come to think of it, I'm half a Saint Slave man myself!"
Yue Gongli squatted atop a mountain, watching the old woodcutter undergo the tribulation from afar. His transmission carried a little more warmth—or rather, intimacy.
"?"
Cen Qiaofu was completely dumbfounded.
Of course, he knew the complicated relationships involved.
But Yue Gongli wore one face before Wei An left and another after Wei An left. What was that supposed to mean?
Was it real?
Or an act?
Cen Qiaofu did not believe him at all, and his heart became more guarded.
Yue Gongli propped his cheeks up with both hands, as though he were truly interested only in the tribulation and was observing it