He slammed his fist down on the table beside him. With a crash, the table crumbled into dust.
"I've actually been working for the very people who wiped out my clan all this time. How ridiculous... How ridiculous! Poor Axi—she's been through far too much that she never should have had to endure."
Ye Chen said from the side, "Don't be too upset. It's not too late to stop serving them now. But why did you believe Taibai so readily when he said we'd killed your people?"
Poison Spirit Ancestor straightened his expression and said, "When Taibai came to find me, he showed me some scenes too. You were carrying swords and charging into the manor, then killing my people."
Ye Chen hurriedly pressed him, "Did he have a small pipe with him? A purple pipe made of jade, and did you see those scenes through the smoke it gave off?"
Poison Spirit Ancestor nodded and asked, "How do you know so much?"
Ye Chen snorted. "How could I not know about that pipe of his? It's called the Misty Pipe. The smoke it releases can conjure all sorts of scenes based on what the person holding it imagines, and they look incredibly real."
"Who knows how many people Taibai has deceived with it? The scoundrel. One day, I'll destroy it and stop it from harming the world again."
Poison Spirit Ancestor slammed his fist on the table. It shattered at once, and he snarled, "That Demonic Daoist! I trusted him so much, yet all he wanted was to use me to kill people. He's utterly despicable!"
Axi looked at Poison Spirit Ancestor and said, "Big brother, don't be angry."
Poison Spirit Ancestor nodded and spoke gently to Axi. "All right, all right. I'm not angry."
Seeing Poison Spirit Ancestor's