The Sun and Zhao Families had secretly colluded, each deploying dozens of clan experts. Using the Clan Council as a pretext, they had completely sealed off the Clan Hall and placed the "opposition," led by Qian Zhongge, under house arrest. Qin Yanting, Sixth Grandpa, and the others had been caught in the fallout, trapped here for days, unable to go home and bored out of their minds.
With nothing to do, the two old men rested together in the Middle Courtyard's pavilion, both playing the part of "damned riddle-speakers," saying nothing anyone else could understand.
The night breeze blew. Qin Yanting was just bending down to sit when he saw Zhao Han of the Zhao Family heading straight toward the Rear Courtyard with two attendants.
Tonight was far from peaceful. First came the strange, violent tremors of Divine Tomb Mountain, followed by the bizarre sight of void Dao Intent flashing three times across the night sky. All these unusual signs seemed to foretell that a struggle between the Four Clans, with rivers of blood, was inevitably approaching...
"What's Zhao Han going to the Rear Courtyard for at this hour?" Qin Yanting murmured with a frown.
Sixth Grandpa held his Wine Gourd and said indifferently, "Who the hell knows?"
"Shall we take a look?" Qin Yanting asked tentatively.
Sixth Grandpa glanced sideways at him and chuckled. "Heh, didn't you agree with Sun Michen and the Zhao Family's decision to open the Delusion Divine Tomb? Since what Zhao Han intends matches what you want, what could you accomplish by going there?"
Seeing that the other man still doubted him, Qin Yanting thought despondently, Alas, my acting was simply too good. Even this old drunk failed to spot a thing, and now he's guarding against me so carefully...!
After a brief pause, he