Xu Xiaoshou's every word was like a sword, each sword dripping blood.
But where the sharpness pointed, it didn't harm Hua Changdeng; he was indifferent.
After listening, Hua Changdeng had only one thought: "How important is Xu Xiaoshou in Dao Qiongcang's heart? Self-aggrandizement?"
But he glanced at Yue Gongli, who clearly appeared to have been affected, his expression grim to the point of fear.
Yue Gongli's heart had always been high above the sky.
As a descendant of the five great aristocratic families of the Holy Emperor, they were familiar from childhood, each knowing the other's roots.
Everyone knew, no matter how humble Yue Gongli appeared on ordinary days, he just wanted to surpass Dao Qiongcang once.
Yet from childhood to adulthood, not once did he succeed.
In strategies, he could never climb over the mountain that was the Dao Clan; it seemed Yue Gongli wasn't bothered, but in reality, he had never let it go.
Xu Xiaoshou had deeply injured Yue Gongli!
