Ge Xilai was not only complicated; he also did things methodically.
True Adept Liu emphasized one point. "Only Xilai's eldest son knows the secret pattern of this Divine Soul imprint. What he meant was that if you had unfortunately killed his eldest son, this secret would remain unsolvable forever."
"Pfft." Hanhai and Qian Zhong snorted in disdain together. The meaning was obvious—frogs at the bottom of a well. How much of the sky had they seen?
Then True Venerable Hanhai glanced at Qian Zhong. "Since Senior says so, you must be confident. Please do not hesitate to act."
Qian Zhong shook his head and spoke blandly. "I can definitely do it, but since we did not kill his eldest son, wouldn't it be better to have his eldest son explain it? Why not save ourselves some trouble when there is an easier way?"
That was what he said, but both of them knew that forcibly unraveling the secret pattern of a Divine Soul imprint came with no absolute certainty. Though they had ways to handle accidents, the same old point remained: the Sky-Qin Plane had countless secret arts.
Since there was now a simple and safe solution, why deliberately show off?
True Venerable Hanhai fell silent at that, only sighing inwardly. I am still too attached to appearances.
Qian Zhong seemed to see through his thoughts and said with a soft laugh, "You are young. That is perfectly normal."
Wei Sancai burst out laughing. Over a thousand years old, yet still being called young and reckless—he could not have felt very good about that, could he?
Before long, the contents of the Obsidian were deciphered. There was not much information on it. Ge Xilai said that if anything happened to him, the one who had urged him to seek out