"So, it was all your scheme."
At that moment, Tang Yuehua felt as though the sky were collapsing. She instantly crumpled to the ground.
Yan Fei and the others had not deliberately avoided Tang Yuehua during their earlier conversation. Waiting next door, she had heard everything clearly.
Recalling how her ugly nephew with the concave skull had pompously boasted before Yan Fei like a clown, Tang Yuehua could not help feeling sorry for him.
My foolish, ugly nephew, you fell right into their trap.
Qin Xuan said, "A scheme? To the children of great sects and powerful figures born into imperial nobility like you, it truly is a scheme. Perhaps even I, the Pope of Spirit Hall, and every person in Spirit Hall have become rotten to the bone in your eyes."
"I have never considered myself a good man. But after all these years in the Soul Master Guild, as well as your time in Spirit City, I imagine you have seen it all."
"Everyone lives well. Everyone is happy. Even the villagers near Spirit City wear optimism and smiles on their faces."
"Because Spirit Hall awakened their Martial Souls, let their children attend school, gave them hope of making something of themselves, and gave their families room to survive."
"At the same time, we eradicated the Evil Soul Masters ravaging the continent, either killing them or driving them into Slaughter City. We also restrained reckless brutes like Zhao Wuji, who treated human lives as worthless, preventing them from harming ordinary people over petty disputes."
"Look instead at the two great empires. They repeatedly exploit the common people and leave them no way to live. You disciples of the great sects are not much better."
"Each and every one of you stands high above the rest. In your eyes,