High Heaven Court, Purple Chen Prince's Residence!
Shui Wuhen returned to the residence, exhaustion weighing on his entire body.
"Father, I have something to tell you!" a remarkably handsome young man said to Shui Wuhen.
"Quan'er, what is it?" Shui Wuhen asked, a trace of puzzlement in his voice.
Shui Quan was Shui Wuhen's son—and the son he doted on most.
"It's extremely important. It concerns our Shui Family!" Shui Quan said solemnly.
"Oh? Then come with me to the study!" Shui Wuhen was slightly surprised.
All this time, Shui Wuhen had been busy with affairs of state and had neglected the discipline of his several sons somewhat. His own son was considered something of a wastrel in the High Heaven Court, but since he had never caused any major trouble, Shui Wuhen had paid him little mind. Had he suddenly changed today? Was he discussing family affairs?
Once they reached the study, Shui Quan dismissed all the servants and even set up an array to block sound.
"Go on, what's with all the secrecy?" Shui Wuhen asked suspiciously.
"Father, I heard that the Taiji Sacred Court's envoy was summoned by you today?" Shui Quan asked, somewhat excitedly.
"Mm. I killed him!" Shui Wuhen nodded.
"Uh... why? Was what he said incorrect?" Shui Quan asked anxiously.
"Hm?" Shui Wuhen's expression hardened, and his eyes grew sharp.
The authority Shui Wuhen had accumulated over more than a century was terrifying. But Shui Quan was his beloved son, so he pretended not to notice.
"Father, we can't surrender to the Taiji Sacred Court. That would be letting down this world, and letting down everyone who came out of the Small Chiliocosm World!" Shui Quan said.
"Mm." Shui Wuhen nodded.
"But now the Sacred King is dead. If this drags on, it will