"Brother Xiao, I see you don't believe a word of it!"
Xiang Yuan sighed dramatically. "Fine, fine. Today, I'll let you die with full understanding and prove that I wasn't lying."
He reached behind him, pulled out the Storm Mist Blade, and placed it before Xiao He.
"Huh? How did this blade end up with you?"
Xiao He feigned surprise. Without waiting for Xiang Yuan to answer, he supplied the correct explanation himself. "Your adoptive father saw that you possessed exceptional talent and were destined for great accomplishments, so he gifted you this blade. It showed both his love for talent and the favor of recognizing it. That way, you'd obediently be a filial adopted son."
Right, that was it. Since he had already given away the Storm Mist Blade, there was no need to marry off a daughter as well.
Marrying off two daughters at once was even more impossible!
Having figured it out, Xiao He's smile broadened. He looked at Xiang Yuan with amused mockery. Go on, kid, keep spinning your yarns. Let's see what other rotten tricks you can come up with.
Xiang Yuan spread his hands. "Since Brother Xiao has already seen through everything, I won't argue anymore. What a pity—I made up this story for so long and thought it was seamless as heaven's own garment, yet I still couldn't fool you."
"I'm dying of laughter. You call that seamless as heaven's own garment?" Xiao He was beside himself with glee. Only an idiot would believe that. Did he think it would be so easy to fool him?
"It is pretty ridiculous."
Xiang Yuan nodded heavily and said no more.
He had seen it clearly. He had told the truth, doing everything he could to make Xiao He believe that reality was often more absurd