"My woman was killed? And you can't even remember who did it? On top of that, someone stripped you clean of every magical treasure you had?"
In Changle Palace of the God Realm, Young Master Changle looked at the more than one hundred gods and devils kneeling below him, his expression calm. "Why was it Yuhan who died, rather than you?"
He was a handsome youth whose face bore traces of Divine Emperor Guangwu's features. Every movement he made was exactly like his father Guangwu's; even his tone of voice was identical, calmness concealing an unimaginable majesty.
The more than one hundred gods and devils trembled, not daring to utter a single word.
After a moment, Young Master Changle sighed and said softly, "I will not punish you. After all, you are my subjects. But the person who killed Yuhan must die. Find that person and bring them to Changle Palace for execution, and you may live."
The many gods and devils below shuddered. One of them said in a trembling voice, "Young Master, that portion of our memories was erased. We truly do not know who killed Miss Yuhan."
"Foolish."
Young Master Changle said blandly, "Did you not say that Gong Tianque stripped you of all your magical treasures? Everyone else had their memories erased and fell asleep, yet Gong Tianque alone was able to awaken. Presumably, Gong Tianque received Ancestor Zaohua's protection and thus did not have his memories erased. Now that Gong Tianque is being pursued by many True Gods, Divine Lords, and Divine Venerables and has fled into our God Realm, go tell him that Changle Palace will shelter him. If he is wise enough to grasp the meaning from the music, he will tell me who killed Yuhan."
Only then did the hundred-odd gods and