After Ji Ying finished speaking, Zhang Daohan stood motionless, staring blankly at him. Ji Ying's eyes were bloodshot. "Daohan, my nephew, the ancestral foundations have been destroyed here. The grief in my heart is even greater than yours. But what's done is done. You and I can only destroy our enemy first, then rebuild the Southern Pole Sect."
Zhang Daohan's eyes were lifeless as he stared at Ji Ying. "If Martial Uncle truly had even the slightest concern for the Southern Pole Sect, how could you have fled Yun Jing Immortal Palace on your own? You've returned to the Southern Pole Sect now for this Taiyi Light Splitting Ruler, haven't you? You told me to leave because you wanted to attack me from behind, didn't you?"
Ji Ying was always a man of deep scheming, but even he couldn't help changing color at Zhang Daohan's three questions in a row. He had never imagined Zhang Daohan would learn what happened at Yun Jing Immortal Palace—and what was more, Zhang Daohan had guessed everything correctly. He had indeed come back for the Taiyi Light Splitting Ruler.
Without an Acquired Spiritual Treasure, trying to avenge himself on Meng Feishi would be a joke. Once Meng Feishi took his rightful place as palace envoy, the forces at his disposal would be terrifying. Ji Ying would struggle even to protect himself, let alone seek revenge. That was why he had dared to risk returning to the Southern Pole Sect.
Just as he'd expected, Zhang Daohan, with the Taiyi Light Splitting Ruler in hand, had survived the calamity. His chance was still there. His plan had been to lull Zhang Daohan into lowering his guard, then seize the Taiyi Light Splitting Ruler. But he hadn't expected things to turn out this way.
Of course, Zhang