Two Empty Sleeves, Yet Intent Perfectly Fulfilled; the Time to Completely Decipher the Hexagram of Decrease Had Come

The entire venue fell silent.

Suddenly, Yue Gongli came to his senses, his face flushing the color of pig liver.

Dao Nitian, who the hell were you taking a jab at?

Plain people didn't speak in riddles. Was there any knife that could stab him cleanly and swiftly? Did it have to come at him by such twists and turns? "Brother-in-law, I..."

Yue Gongli hurriedly turned around and looked anxiously at Xu Xiaoshou's abdomen.

That blow had been far too powerful.

Anyone born into a Holy Emperor Clan should have known what passing the "Heart Inquiry" trial meant.

It meant absolute loyalty! It meant being willing to sacrifice everything for the clan's inheritance—regardless of familial affection, friendship, or love! And what did that represent? Yue Gongli knew all too well what it represented in outsiders' eyes—it stood in complete opposition to the ideals of this generation's Ten Seat Holders! In that instant, Yue Gongli could practically see the god of death reaching out to him, while the god of life desperately scattered seeds of wisdom into his mind...

But his ability to think swiftly truly could not compare to Dao Qiongchang's.

Just as countless worries and sorrows surged through him, and he decided to explain while figuring out what exactly he ought to explain—

Xu Xiaoshou merely waved a hand and said blandly:

"Your brother-in-law has left."

Yue Gongli's punch landed on cotton. The words knocked him staggering, leaving him frozen where he stood.

That tangled explanation, whose contents he himself had not known before blurting it out, had risen to his throat—only to be swallowed back down.

He lowered his head, shook it a few times, and tugged at the corner of his mouth, but no sound came out.

After a moment, he let out a self-mocking laugh.

"Heh..."