Yao Yuzhi's expression darkened slightly. It was obvious that Duanmu Chun simply did not want to help and had casually come up with an excuse.
Yet he could not openly brush aside their pride, so he had set an impossible challenge—one Sikong Jing could never complete.
Duanmu Chun twitched his lips and finally gave a bitter smile. "Yang Li and Yang Hua's father came to see me. You understand... I trust you can also understand how difficult it is for me to sit in this position..."
The moment those words fell, Hua Meixi and Yao Yuzhi froze, then understood completely.
The Yang Family, to which Yang Li belonged, did not want Sikong Jing to keep living. In other words, after returning home, they really had gone to find their parents.
"So I need a sufficient reason before I can protect that Eastern Plains boy."
"If he can pass the fourth stage of the Tyrant Soul Endgame, then I will have sufficient reason. Do you understand?"
As Duanmu Chun spoke, Yao Yuzhi and Hua Meixi's expressions turned extremely grim.
Opening the Tyrant Soul Endgame had merely been the tiniest opportunity he had offered because he could not directly reject the two of them.
"In any case, he cannot possibly pass it. I advise you to give up on that Eastern Plains boy." Duanmu Chun spoke softly.
Bang...
Just as Duanmu Chun's words ended, a side door in the hall where they stood was violently shoved open. An old man with a head full of white hair rushed out.
"Duanmu, who did you open the Tyrant Soul Endgame for?"
Seeing the old man, Hua Meixi and Yao Yuzhi hurried forward to greet him. "Elder Ying..."
The old man was named Ying Lutu. He was one of the Eastern Tyrant Branch's pinnacle Spirit-grade