Uncle Long stared at Xu Yi. "Deputy Hall Master Sui, you may leave."
Xu Yi smiled faintly and strode out of the hall. Wang Rongrong and the twelve hall masters left at the same time. Hu Sifeng sank helplessly into his chair.
He was like a moth caught in a spider's web. Every time he tried to beat his wings and break free, he only ended up more tightly entangled. Now, he was utterly exhausted, body and soul.
Uncle Long let out a deep sigh. He wanted to say something, but in the end, no words came. His reason told him that Hu Sifeng's attack on Xu Yi here had been the worst move he could possibly make.
But reason couldn't tell him what the winning move was. The situation had already fallen apart beyond repair. All they could do was leave it to fate and wait to see what the Treasury Envoy had to say when he arrived in two days.
Neither Hu Sifeng nor Uncle Long had expected that a situation they thought could not possibly get any worse would somehow deteriorate even further.
The day before the Central Treasury Envoy arrived, Hu Sifeng was targeted for assassination.
An Earth Witch had charged straight up Wuji Cliff, breached the wards of Wuji Hall, and gravely wounded Hu Sifeng. If Hu Sifeng hadn't used the precious treasure bestowed on the clan's core disciples, he would have been finished on the spot.
Seeing the Four Guards closing in around him, the Earth Witch withdrew calmly.
In a single night, Hu Sifeng had grown much more dejected. The aura of domineering arrogance about him had vanished without a trace. Being hall master was simply too exhausting and stifling.
The Central Treasury Envoy eventually arrived. Hu Sifeng received him in bed. It