Upon hearing this, although Dai Weisi still had many other thoughts in his heart, he ultimately nodded and said to Dai Feng:
"Father, I understand."
"By the way, Father, did my uncle and aunt also cultivate the evil art and become Evil Soul Masters?"
Dai Feng shook his head and said:
"Neither of them has cultivated the evil art. I don't plan to tell them about this either. We'll hide it for as long as we can. Your uncle's elder brother, who was also your aunt's husband, died at the hands of Spirit Hall. If they learn that we are using the evil art to cultivate and fight Spirit Hall, they will definitely want to cultivate it too."
"But they are the untainted people your mother and I want to leave behind for you—people who will not betray you and will wholeheartedly help you."
"So you must be careful as well. Don't let either of them discover it, understand?"
"I understand, Father. I'll do my best to keep this hidden."
Dai Feng nodded upon hearing this, then left and returned to his bedchamber to begin cultivating. Just then, as if he had remembered something, he turned back to Dai Weisi and said:
"During this period, while you oversee the state, you must withstand the pressure. Your mother, I, and those dozen or so ministers all need to capture people and consume their flesh and blood for cultivation, so you will receive many memorials reporting that people have gone missing. Find your own excuses to dismiss them and push them aside. Don't let others discover it. Consider this your contribution to the empire."
Dai Weisi nodded at those words, then watched Dai Feng's figure disappear.
Yet Dai Weisi did not feel good at all. He could not help asking himself, *Was