"Miss Zhong, you may begin!"
Only then did Su Shi'er stop once more. The door, which had been pulled open a crack, closed again as his voice rang out.
"I indeed have some connection to Tiandao Palace.
Several thousand years ago, after Tiandao Palace's Holy Son became the Holy Son, he took advantage of the weakness of the Supreme Elders within Tiandao Palace after they had deduced the heavenly secrets, and plotted against countless sect members and disciples throughout Tiandao Palace.
After that battle, Tiandao Palace announced to the outside world that it had closed its sect gate. In truth... the Descendants of Gods had seized the chance to move into Tiandao Palace and perform a sleight of hand, replacing the beams and pillars.
In that battle, nearly all who knew the truth were slaughtered.
Yet a few cultivators managed to escape by sheer luck. Of course, those who escaped were continuously hunted by Tiandao Palace, while Tiandao Palace's Holy Son had already struck first and accused them of rebellion."
Zhong Shenxiu's voice rang out as she finally began telling Su Shi'er the story.
Her words carried a deep, heavy sorrow.
Su Shi'er's expression remained calm and indifferent, showing not the slightest emotional fluctuation at the news Zhong Shenxiu had brought.
Tiandao Palace's Holy Son, along with the Descendants of Gods behind him, had openly taken control of Tiandao Palace.
There was no need to waste thought guessing what they must have gone through in the process.
Without saying anything more, Su Shi'er silently watched in the direction of the pavilion and waited patiently.
This information alone was far from enough to prove anything.
"Among the cultivators who had survived by chance and knew the truth back then, there was one who had only recently become a true disciple.
That