"Bold Huan Yi! Not content of profaning our venerable ancestor, you're now relying on demonic tricks to mislead the clan?! As the first son, for the sake of morals and ethics, I can't spare you!" If Consort Xiong broke instantly, Huan Canghai refused to accept reality—and who could blame him?
A ravine-sized gap separated each mark of the Imperial Bone. But Huan Canghai was supposed to believe that his insufferable brother had not only exceeded the ninefold limit of the Huan clan's ancestral myths, but went all the way to 1,000 marks? Fuck! How was that even possible?
