Evil God!
For an instant, Yue Gongli's face turned green.
But he covered it up in the blink of an eye, quickly piling his eyes high with ignorance and confusion.
Dao Qiongchang? Wasn't Dao Qiongchang someone I knew all too well?
We might not have grown up wearing the same pair of underpants, but we had at least worn the same pair of trousers.
But if you asked me now whether I knew him, where he was, or what he had done to bring Your Excellency here, my only answer could be...
"I know!"
Hua Yuan stepped forward, speaking before Yue Gongli could blurt it out.
Even if there had only been the slightest chance that saying "I don't know" would let everyone survive, he would have said he did not know.
But judging by the rampant, frenzied Evil God's Power all around them, if Yue Gongli uttered even a single "no," the Evil God would most likely erase the two of them with a casual wave.
Since that was the case, someone had to become the test subject and probe the price of answering "I know."
And that person could never be the Moon Clan's future Holy Emperor. It could only, one hundred percent, be himself—Hua Yuan.
The void fell silent.
The dense Ancestor Tree branches still stirred restlessly, but the countless faces of the Sui Yin Evil God unexpectedly quieted upon hearing him.
Yue Gongli glanced at Hua Yuan and sighed inwardly, saying nothing.
Hua Yuan remained remarkably calm. As the man who managed the Cloud Mountain Emperor Realm's internal affairs, he spoke with unruffled composure:
"The Dao Qiongchang I know did not enter the Relics of the Gods. Senior, you must have misunderstood—"
Before he could finish, the situation abruptly changed.
"His—"
A shrill wail suddenly rang