Yet, Zhao Yi didn't have any; he's just an outsider, and possibly because of his forceful intervention this time, the Great Emperor transferred all his pent-up anger from the Li Family onto him.
The black ghost fire flickered, finally gathering into a ball, and the ashes of the Yellow Paper rolled up without wind, landing on the ground, forming a line of words:
[Jiujiang Zhao Clan awaits conferring]
Yin Meng blinked; Brother Xiao Yuan was unconscious, Binbin had fallen asleep, and Mr. Zhao was stunned.
She now found it difficult to understand or be certain about the ancestral message.
Yin Meng: "Ah You, come over and take a look, what does this specifically mean?"
Lin Shuyou turned and took a glance, sinking into contemplation.
Yin Meng: "What's the ancestor's message?"
Lin Shuyou: "We're just two average Joes, so still average."
Yin Meng: "Ask the child."
Lin Shuyou: "Oh, right, we can get three now."
