Su Che didn't respond. His burly frame, like half an iron pagoda, sat heavily in his chair.
"Things have come to this. We should let the Judge decide. There's no way to keep the news under wraps; the Underworld Court will find out sooner or later. Set the losses aside, and the blame too. If we can't capture and kill Xu Yi, what the Underworld Court brings down on us won't be punishment—it'll be fury."
As Grand Commander Yin Zhao spoke, he stretched out a withered finger like a chicken's claw and tapped the tea table beside him, making it clatter.
Su Che still said nothing.
Luo Dongyang let out a heavy sigh and finally spoke. "Cleverness has turned into its own undoing. Old Su, tell me—why did you do this?"
Luo Dongyang had always thought highly of Su Che. His burly deputy had a nimble mind wholly at odds with his massive frame. He was always reliable and knew when to advance and when to retreat. He was Luo Dongyang's strongest aide.
He couldn't believe Su Che would commit such a grave offense just for ten Incense Spirit Essence Beads.
Su Che said expressionlessly, "Zheng Xinghai's youngest son is fourteen, supremely talented, and has been at the peak of the Dao Integration stage for three years. Su Xun studies under Zheng Xinghai."
Zheng Xinghai was a giant among Rogue Cultivators in the Eastern Judgment Prefecture, renowned far and wide.
Su Che had left his words unfinished, but Luo Dongyang finally understood what had set the whole affair in motion. He also understood why it had spiraled further and further out of control, in a way that was nothing like Su Che. It turned out to be the mess left behind by Su Che's only son, Su Xun.
"Like father,