"Good heavens!"
Hui Mei was completely dumbfounded. He had even forgotten his habitual head-scratching, which showed just how deeply shocked he was.
Though he had always grumbled that one day he would personally beat Ye Tianxiong to death, that had only ever been private venting.
After all, this man was a giant of the Hengtian Continent, someone who stood on equal footing with the Sacred Land Master of the Cihang Sacred Sect—his master, the Heavenly Fortune Dao Venerable—and looked down upon all living beings.
It was like someone leaning close to Hui Mei's ear and telling him that, one day, his master, the Heavenly Fortune Dao Venerable, would be forced to make a public self-criticism and admit his mistakes.
It was like someone telling him that one day, the giant at the very highest level of his sect—the one responsible for the daily cultivation, lives, management, and all other affairs of the Cihang Sacred Sect's millions of disciples and tens of billions of people—would suddenly be dismissed from his post.
Hui Mei would not have gotten angry. He would only have thought the other person's mind was broken, that they were absolutely insane.
It was as fantastical as a dream.
Yet Hui Mei had watched this scene unfold from beginning to end, witnessing with his own eyes how Chu Tian had accomplished it step by step.
"My goodness." Chu Yunshang's eyes widened, her mouth falling open. She was so stunned that she could not speak for a long while, because all of this had been set in motion by her own eight-year-old younger brother.
Who would dare believe it if it were told?
Even the eternally icy face of Hui Lian Saintess shifted slightly as she instinctively turned to glance at Chu Tian.
"Uncle Lei, you are too courteous. Since