"Why do you think you were able to take the God-Sealing Stele?"
Xiaoyu Emperor Xia Zhiqiu's meaningful question left Fang Yu, the Eclosion Sect, and the saint sons of the other three major sects wearing puzzled expressions before they fell into thought.
Then, every saint son turned to look at Fang Yu.
Without exception, their eyes held traces of concern.
"Miss Xia Zhiqiu, are you saying that Little Stone Emperor deliberately let me have this God-Sealing Stele?"
Fang Yu naturally understood Xiaoyu Emperor Xia Zhiqiu's implication first. Frowning, he pressed her for an answer.
"I never said that. But think about it yourself. The God-Sealing Stele is such a precious King-grade immortal artifact. Even if he was weaker than you, how could he have let you seize it so easily? And then allowed you to refine it so effortlessly. I dare not say much else, but one thing is certain: if he did not want you to obtain the God-Sealing Stele, he could have destroyed it outright. At the very least, he could have reduced it to a supreme-grade immortal artifact. He would never have let you obtain it so easily, no matter how strong you were. Song Tengfei and I have fought many times. I know better than you how formidable he is. Moreover, even if you were far stronger than him, if he wanted to leave with the God-Sealing Stele, it would have been almost impossible for you to stop him, no matter how strong you were. After all, regardless of how powerful you may be, you are ultimately only an Ancestor Immortal—not yet a Primordial Immortal or a Saint."
Xiaoyu Emperor Xia Zhiqiu's meaningful words made Fang Yu recall every scene of his confrontation with Song Tengfei—their exchanges, their conversations, his movements in battle, and every other