He stood in silence for a long while, his thoughts in turmoil. To the others, Xiao Ying's back resembled a towering ancient mountain, bearing witness to all the vicissitudes of the mortal world.
Though they had reunited after a long separation and had not yet spoken much, everyone fully understood Xiao Ying's pressure and bitterness.
Family affairs, state affairs, affairs of the world—every matter was tangled and troubling.
And now there was Diao Chan, an unparalleled, monstrous beauty whose existence could sway the world's overall situation. Killing her was difficult, making her an even greater headache for Xiao Ying!
What no one knew was that, among all Xiao Ying's troubles concerning Diao Chan, there was also the matter of love...
Competing with his own son for a wife?!
Xiao Ying could not do such a thing, nor would he ever do it. Yet Destiny was Destiny, and feelings were feelings, beyond human control. Beyond family affairs, state affairs, and affairs of the world, Xiao Ying was also agonizing over how to sever the connection between Diao Chan and himself!
Amid the heavy, oppressive atmosphere, Diao Chan stared at Xiao Ying's back with a complicated gaze for a long time...
There was confusion, indignation, tenderness—an unfathomable tangle of emotions.
"Heaven Lord..."
While everyone shared his feelings and remained silent, Diao Chan bit her lip and suddenly spoke.
"Hmm?"
Xiao Ying, Zhao Ji, Yu Ji, Qi Ji, Xiao Huaiying, and everyone else present all looked toward Diao Chan, puzzled as to why she would take the initiative to speak when Xiao Ying had just intended to kill her.
Diao Chan's pretty face flushed red. Her eyes wandered, yet she could not stop looking at Xiao Ying. Gritting her teeth, she stammered, "Has the Heaven Lord met this common girl before?"
"Ah?!"
Xiao