Alongside his anger, a sense of helplessness rose in Hun Ye's heart. Even though he was no longer the man he once was and had shaken off the label of useless trash, he had still felt utterly powerless against Hun Changqing. Even unleashing his strongest technique had accomplished nothing. Otherwise, how could he have ended up in this dungeon?
Though Hun Ye was furious with Hun Changqing, he had no way to resist. He could only obediently explain his circumstances one by one, as Hun Changqing demanded, and then pray that Hun Changqing would not be as much of a bastard as some of the other Soul Clan members, burning the bridge as soon as he had crossed the river.
"The reason my strength skyrocketed isn't some unspeakable secret. If you think I stumbled upon some great opportunity that gave me this strength, you're probably going to be disappointed."
After a moment of silence, Hun Ye shook his head. His earlier fury at Hun Changqing had not merely stemmed from having his sister used as leverage. He also knew he truly could not give Hun Changqing a satisfactory answer. In Hun Ye's eyes, a clan prodigy whose combat prowess far surpassed his cultivation realm would never use his method of raising his cultivation.
"What do you mean?"
Hun Changqing's brows lifted slightly at those words. The faint sorrow in Hun Ye's voice puzzled him.
"You haven't returned to the clan in the past few years, have you?"
Rather than immediately answering Hun Changqing's question, Hun Ye asked one of his own.
Hun Changqing nodded slightly, then fixed Hun Ye with a deep, quiet gaze, waiting for his explanation.
"No wonder you don't know. Heh."
Hun Ye said something that left Hun Changqing somewhat baffled, then gave a self-mocking chuckle before