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"Uncle, I still beg you to persuade Father to break away from the main sect."

Over the past week, Luo Yunxi had remained in confinement, but he had also thought many things through.

"This is your answer?"

Luo Zhoubai's expression revealed neither joy nor anger. Yet the raised left hand still instinctively filled Luo Yunxi with fear.

Over this past week, the beatings he had taken had nearly equaled the total of everything he had endured over the previous twenty or thirty years.

But though unease lingered in his heart, Luo Yunxi refused to yield an inch.

He drew a deep breath and straightened his chest beneath Luo Zhoubai's scrutinizing gaze.

"Very well. Since you understand that people must pay the price for their words, then come and receive yours."

A chill flashed through Luo Zhoubai's eyes, and a long whip condensed from spiritual power appeared in his hand once more.

Luo Yunxi sighed faintly. Had he truly made the wrong gamble after all?

He closed his eyes, ready to endure the searing pain. Yet after waiting for a long while, nothing came.

"Uncle?"

When Luo Yunxi opened his eyes, he saw Luo Zhoubai sitting cross-legged before him as well, a trace of gratification in his gaze.

"It seems bringing you out to broaden your horizons this time was indeed the right choice."

Luo Zhoubai's eyes held a hint of wistfulness. Seeing this, how could Luo Yunxi fail to understand that his uncle had finally been moved by his attitude?

"Was that attendant sent by the main sect?"

The usual peace between uncle and nephew had returned, and Luo Yunxi no longer spoke so cautiously.

Now that he knew his uncle stood on his side, what was there that he could not simply ask outright?

"He was the one who