Xu Xiaoshou's every sentence was a sword, each sword weeping blood.
But the edge of those blades was not aimed at Hua Changdeng, so he did not care.
Having heard this, Hua Changdeng had only one thought: "Does Xu Xiaoshou carry this much weight in Dao Qiongchang's heart? Is he blowing his own trumpet?"
Yet when he glanced at Yue Gongli from the corner of his eye, the latter clearly looked as though he had taken it all in, his expression darkening to a terrifying degree.
Yue Gongli had always held himself as high as the heavens.
The heirs of the five great Holy Emperor Clans had known one another since childhood; each knew the others inside out.
Everyone knew that no matter how modest Yue Gongli usually appeared, he wanted nothing more than to surpass Dao Qiongchang just once.
Yet from childhood to this day, he had never managed it.
He could never climb over that towering mountain called the Dao Clan in matters of strategy. Yue Gongli appeared not to care, but in truth, he had never let it go.
Xu Xiaoshou had dealt Yue Gongli a heavy blow!
Leaving aside all the sarcasm woven between the lines, no one would feel good after being cursed at with a finger pointed right at their nose.
"But why care?"
In Hua Changdeng's view, Xu Xiaoshou was no more than a tiny pellet. How could his words possibly stir the heart of the young clan head of the Cold Palace Imperial Realm?
This could only mean that Xu Xiaoshou did not merely carry weight in Dao Qiongchang's heart.
Yue Gongli also cared deeply about what Xu Xiaoshou truly thought of him?
"Interesting."
Hua Changdeng had come to kill someone, but now he chose to stand by and watch.
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