Li Changsheng wanted to cry.
His thoughts returned to that day long ago at Wind King Manor, when his elders had tricked him out of his little treasury. Perhaps that was when he had begun living cautiously for the rest of his life. Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined that, even now, he would still suffer such shameless deception and betrayal from his elders.
He braced both hands against the ground, lowered his head, and offered not a word of protest. Closing his eyes, he thought that if this was the fate of a junior, then he had not lost unfairly today.
Yet the anticipated beating and scolding never came.
The ancestral hall remained quiet, as desolate as the world after its end.
After a long while, Li Dalong's low voice squeezed out from his throat. "Then why the Emperor Yu? He helped us greatly. He helped me on the path to Mahayana."
"Because part of our actions after entering the world happened to coincide with his suspicious nature, Jia Shou's arrogance, and the dynasty's ruthlessness."
Li Yunbing's voice remained cold.
Li Changsheng no longer dared open his eyes or speak. And here he had been thinking of having Changyao share half of the life-saving medicine with his great-grandfather. Just wait until they got out—then he could forget about asking him for any!
"Part of your actions..." Li Dalong clenched his fists within his sleeves. In disbelief, he asked, "How did you become like this?"
"And then? Grandfather, what do you think we were like? And how did we become people like this?"
A fervent voice rang through the ancestral hall, and Li Changsheng abruptly opened his eyes wide.
This time, it was not Great-Grandfather's scheme.
Great-Grandfather's robes snapped in the air as he rose to his feet,