Ouye Zi began by launching a preemptive counterattack.
"A descendant of the Great Emperor Realm."
With a single look, Qin Jiuge shot back at him.
The smile on Ouye Zi's face instantly turned awkward, and even his gaze seemed to carry a trace of difficulty. He could not help but give an embarrassed laugh. "You brat knew."
Ouye Zi rubbed his hands together as he spoke.
Qin Jiuge gave him a bland look, then said something astonishing. "If I hadn't guessed it, were you, the great Lord Ouye Zi, planning to keep hiding it from me forever?
As expected of a renowned Refining Master—it truly came as a surprise to everyone, especially me.
Master Ouye Zi, you really leave people dumbfounded."
As Qin Jiuge's words fell one after another, the awkwardness on Ouye Zi's face grew deeper and deeper.
Then he gave a bitter laugh and slowly said, "I had no choice. Even back then, if I had said I was a descendant of the Great Emperor Realm, would you have believed me?
So it was better for everyone to play dumb together.
Besides, you brat never told me your secrets either. What, must this old bag of bones dig out every last one of my heart, liver, and lungs for you to see before it counts as fair?"
At this moment, Ouye Zi glared fiercely. Just a moment ago, he had still been somewhat guilty, but now he had puffed himself right up. It had to be said, he really had some nerve.
Qin Jiuge had not come here today to quarrel noisily with Ouye Zi.
Qin Jiuge rolled his eyes at him irritably, then asked about the inheritance of the Heavenly Mystery Tower Master.
"Right. That old fellow, the Heavenly Mystery Old Man, is actually still alive.
But