Lu Yang visited Tao Yaoye and, as arranged, brought a Recording Orb, within which the captured scenes were incredibly precious.
Tao Yaoye lay in bed, holding the Recording Orb, saw the clan leader of the Xiao beating his son, Xiao Xinghai, and thought perhaps he hadn't rested well.
"Didn't you five say you were going to put on a play? How did it turn into a real fight as the acting went on?"
Maybe this was a tradition of the Kunpeng Clan, the ancestors beating the clan leader, the clan leader beating his son, a physical memory passed down through generations, Tao Yaoye mused randomly.
From the Recording Orb also came the angry voice of Clan Leader Xiao.
"You little brat, I was wondering why there are things being blamed on me that I never did. Turns out, you're the culprit!"
"Dad, go easy on me, can you blame me? If your reputation wasn't so bad, would others have doubted it?"
"You still think you're in the right!"
