"Yu Huatian?!"
"What? He's Yu Huatian?!"
Everyone on the Qing Army's side was startled.
Yuan Shixiao's expression changed slightly as well.
He had naturally heard the name of Yu Huatian, Depot Eunuch of the Ming West Depot.
Every upheaval in the Great Qing lately had stemmed from this man!
Ignoring everyone else's gazes, Yu Huatian stared coldly at Yuan Shixiao and said:
"As a man of the Central Plains, you raised a traitor. And despite knowing your disciple has foreign blood, not only did you fail to purge your own ranks, you protected and sheltered him at every turn."
"This dumbass was right. Yuan Shixiao, you're unworthy of being a man of the Central Plains! Unworthy of the Yanhuang bloodline, of being a descendant of Huaxia!"
Bai Hongru: "???"
Dumbass?
Does he mean me?
With every sentence Yu Huatian spoke, Yuan Shixiao's face grew a shade paler. By the time Yu Huatian finished, he could no longer form a word. His eyes filled with bewilderment, he murmured to himself:
"Was I really... wrong?"
As he spoke, he turned toward his precious disciple, a trace of conflict flashing through his eyes.
Chen Jialuo immediately sensed trouble and hurriedly shouted, "Master, don't let him sow discord! You raised me yourself!"
Raised him himself!
Yuan Shixiao's heart trembled.
Those words instantly awakened his memories.
That's right!
However wrong his disciple might be, he was still his disciple!
What was more, he had raised him himself. It would be no exaggeration to say they were as close as father and son.
How could he bear to watch Chen Jialuo die?
Yuan Shixiao slowly closed his eyes and sighed deeply. "You're right, but he is still my disciple."
"When a disciple makes a mistake, his master will repay the debt for him. Whatever you