Respectfully Inviting the Cycle of Life and Death Above, Entering Ancient Past Forget-Worry Within

"Good."

Sui Yin smiled, seemingly pleased.

This was by no means a display of tenderness, for in others' eyes, His expression remained terrifying.

Those three demonic purple eyes, having received Kong Yuhen's affirmative answer, now brimmed only with the desire for "control" and an air of "tyranny."

Yet His movements were gentle and unhurried. Pinching the wine cup between His fingers, He did not drink, merely slowly turning it.

His voice, too, was neither rushed nor slow. Staring only at Kong Yuhen, He began to recount His "worries": "I have a chamber. Though it leaks, it is enough to nourish the soul and nurture the spirit."

"Then came a band of thieves. Disregarding all that came before, they gathered three keys, broke the chamber door, and whenever they found treasure, they plundered it; whenever they encountered a prized object, they seized it. They trampled rare spiritual plants as though they were rotten grain, scorned strange stones as worn-out shoes, plucked every feather from passing geese, and if they could not take something, they destroyed it. There was no evil they would not commit, no wickedness they would not practice."

"My first worry is this: are these men thieves?"

Bang! After Sui Yin finished speaking, His expression remained relaxed, but He heavily set the wine cup onto the tea table. The wine splashed out from the force.

That heavy sound echoed not only through the ground-floor pavilion of Ancient Past Forget-Worry Pavilion, but also within Huangquan's heart.

"Uh..."

Huangquan fell silent as a cicada in winter.

So this was how Sui Yin viewed the invaders of the Relics of the Gods? A pack of bandits had suddenly burst into His home, then turned into rabid dogs—uprooting every spiritual plant they saw, taking every spiritual artifact they found, digging up every spiritual