Xie Zongxun tilted his head back to gaze at the sky, and many people turned away.
Song Kui couldn't bear to watch either. "Old Han, I think what happened today was an unfortunate misunderstanding. Let's put an end to it here."
Han Qi said solemnly, "Brother Song, you also think I'm acting out of selfish motives. I can swear on my own Great Dao that I did not fake the soul-gathering for Han Bing in the slightest. Even as a remnant soul, Bing'er still couldn't stop thinking of Xu Yi, not Plum Blossom Seven. There must be something more to this. Just think: if Xu Yi is a spy for the Church, then the ten-thousand-year legacy of the Ancestral Court is in danger."
"Fine. You, Xu Yi, say two hundred years of seclusion still isn't enough of a price. Then will this Ancestor Demon Seal suffice? If you dare open your Starry Sky Ring, and prove your innocence, I'll wager this Ancestor Demon Seal against you."
"Brother Han!"
"Old Han!"
"Demon Lord Han!"
Exclamations rang out across the scene. No one had expected Han Qi to be so resolute, to stake everything on this.
There were only five Ancestor Demon Seals in all, held by the five Demon Lords. They were tokens of a Demon Lord's authority. By putting his Ancestor Demon Seal on the line, Han Qi was willing to give up even his position as Demon Lord, all to bring Xu Yi down.
No one could afford to dismiss Han Qi's doubts about Xu Yi now.
If the immense credibility of the Ancestor Demon Seal had allowed Xu Yi to strip away the cloak of slander Han Qi had draped over him, then now that cloak had settled back on his shoulders, its stains darker than ever.
Xu