Sima Xiu wailed as he rushed over and threw his arms around the leg of his uncle, Sima Da, the Prince of Linhe...
"Royal Uncle! I've been wronged! That rotten brat isn't human! He has no shred of decency... ah... I only wanted to test his depths, but he laid such a huge trap to finish me off! Royal Uncle, you have to avenge me..."
A trace of coldness flashed in Sima Da's eyes. In the end, he sighed, grabbed Sima Xiu by the ear, and hauled him up... "Look at the state of you! Wipe away your snot and tears... What is your standing? What is his? Was it your place to get personally entangled with him? Lowering yourself... making a spectacle of yourself!"
Sima Xiu sobbed in shuddering gasps, crying as though he could not have been more wronged...
Sima Da snorted. "Do you think the Immortal Venerable couldn't see that you were framed? Otherwise, do you think you would still be alive? Also... were you the one who obtained those filthy talismans?"
At the mention of the talismans, Sima Xiu shuddered... "My men did pick those things up at the Cultivator Market. Attendant Zhang said they were extremely sinister and might even contaminate the Immortals' Restraining Formation altar... Uncle, I thought that was pure nonsense. The Immortals' Restraining Formations are so exquisite. How could those worthless talismans covered in chicken scratches damage them?"
Sima Da grunted. "Those things are extremely sinister. Even the Immortal Venerable seems to take them seriously! Luckily, their provenance was reasonably clean. Otherwise... even your imperial father and I together couldn't have saved your life!"
With lingering fear on his face, Sima Xiu patted his chest. "That scared me to death. So that was why the Immortal Venerable was angry? Investigate... we must