Tang Xiao strode out, with Tang San following behind him.
"Ah Yin!"
Tang Xiao's voice was resonant, carrying an unquestionable authority.
"Don't be deceived by this man of unknown origins!"
"We are your family! Me, Tang Hao, and Xiao San—we are!"
He pointed at himself, then at the Tang Hao father and son behind him, his words earnest and sincere.
"A family should be reunited! Come back to the Clear Sky Sect with us. That is your home!"
Tang San hurriedly played along as well, forcing a sorrowful, hopeful expression onto his face as he choked up at Ah Yin.
"Mother... come home..."
Under the merciless revelations of the Sky Screen, this performance of recognizing family appeared so pale, so laughable.
Clap, clap, clap.
Clear applause suddenly rang out.
Everyone looked toward the sound and saw a delicate hand slowly lift the heavy curtain of Spirit Hall's Pope's Imperial Carriage.
Bibi Dong reclined against her throne, graceful and poised, a teasing smile on her face as she applauded unhurriedly.
"What a touching family drama."
Her voice was soft and alluring, yet it carried a force that pierced straight into one's heart.
"A husband who plotted against his wife for Soul Rings and Spirit Bones; a foreign soul that occupied a magpie's nest and possessed the real son's body; and an arrogant, utterly foolish Sect Master brother."
Bibi Dong's gaze swept across Tang Hao, Tang San, and Tang Xiao one by one.
"Tsk, tsk. The Clear Sky Sect truly produces talents in abundance."
Her tone was filled with undisguised mockery, making the faces of the Clear Sky Sect members turn the color of pig liver.
Tang Xiao roared, "Bibi Dong! You..."
But Bibi Dong could not be bothered with him any longer. She slowly sat upright, her gaze finally falling upon