Ichibei Hyōsube remained silent on the surface, but inwardly, he was cursing the long-dead Tsunayashiro ancestor bloody.
There were not many people who knew about what had happened back then.
Including those already dead, there were only eight in total.
Now, the ancestors of the Five Great Noble Clans were dead, Yhwach, the Soul King's son, was asleep, and the Soul King had been turned into a human stick.
The only one still possessing a clear consciousness was Monk of the Eye, Ichibei Hyōsube himself.
What the Tsunayashiro ancestor had done was undoubtedly making the secret from back then public.
Since Tsunayashiro Su Feng, the twenty-third Family Head, knew about it, it was highly likely that every successive Tsunayashiro Family Head had known as well.
If there had been even one loose-lipped fellow among them, it was practically no different from the whole world knowing.
But on second thought—
He lived in the Soul King Palace year-round, so even if those people knew, it was nothing worth worrying about.
There were exceedingly few people who could ascend to the Soul King Palace without the Royal Guard's permission.
Su Feng remained calm and unconcerned, paying no attention to Ichibei Hyōsube's thoughts.
Even if he had known, he would have only commented—
Who the hell reads family records these days?
That thing is thicker than Ichibei Hyōsube's belly. Reading it closely would probably cost you several hundred years of your life.
"These are all trivial matters."
Ichibei Hyōsube had lived for a million years, after all. He could still handle such a minor situation.
"The forging of the Ōken is enough to make up for everything you have mentioned."
"No one can refuse the hope of immortality..."
"Kuruyashiki Kenpachi." Su Feng interrupted Ichibei Hyōsube once again.
The great monk's expression stiffened again.