Xuan Tianhua stared coldly at Xuan Ye Wang, and for the first time, felt disgust toward him. Ambition was nothing to fear, and neither was making a mistake. What was truly contemptible was daring to act but not daring to own up to it—to still make excuses when the moment of reckoning came. That was the behavior of a complete scoundrel.
"Whatever you have to say, save it for the family head. You'll have plenty of time on the way back to think about how Xu Yi could have caught Black Wind Venerable first and driven him to his death, yet still made him wholeheartedly identify you." Xuan Tianhua had given up on him completely.
Xuan Ye Wang felt as if he'd been struck by lightning. He truly couldn't think of any way to explain himself. From beginning to end, it had all felt like a dream; he'd been pinned to the ground before he knew it. If he went back like this, there was no way he'd keep his post as an immortal official. The family would certainly have him resign, and being thrown into the clan prison would be the best outcome he could hope for.
At that thought, Xuan Ye Wang sighed heavily and finally sank into despair. He bowed deeply to Xuan Tianhua. "I was incompetent, and that's why things have come to this. I've made Third Uncle worry and wear himself out on my behalf for so long. I have no way to repay you."
The icy light in Xuan Tianhua's eyes softened. After all, he had watched the younger man grow up. Hearing him admit his mistakes and repent, Xuan Tianhua felt a pang of compassion. He reached out to help Xuan Ye Wang up, but the moment his hands extended, a streak of