"Grandfather, you even want to kill Lord Duan Jidao?" Song Yuheng was somewhat shocked.
"You still call him 'Lord'? Does he deserve it? Has he given me any fewer humiliations over the years? I've humbled myself, endured shame and endured burdens for so many years — all for the purpose of killing him," Song Yuheng's grandfather said.
"But Grandfather, after all, he is..." Song Yuheng was a bit afraid.
"Yuheng, there's no need to fear. Duan Jidao has been ravaged by illness for a long time — he won't live much longer. Once he transfers his power to you, he will be completely hollowed out. Combined with that incurable disease, he'll quickly become a cripple. And when that happens, his wretched life will be mine to take as I please."
"Hmph, he'll surely want to kill himself — to go join that Duan Qirou sooner rather than later. But I won't give him that chance," Song Yuheng's grandfather said.
"Grandfather, aren't you going to have them buried together?" Song Yuheng asked.
"Buried together? Yes, of course they must be buried together — because that Duan Qirou was a fake all along. When he dies, he'll discover that the person buried in the same tomb as him isn't the lover he longed for day and night. When that happens, Duan Jidao will surely die with his eyes wide open."
"That's exactly what I want — to make him die with his eyes open. I'll force him to kill himself, make him jump into that grave with his own two feet." A twisted, almost deranged smile crept across Song Yuheng's grandfather's cold face.
"Grandfather, what about Chu Feng?" Song Yuheng asked.
"Chu Feng? He'll die too, of course — but there's no need for us to kill him with our own hands. He's quite valuable right now. If we hand him over to the four great Imperial Clans, heh heh..." At this, a glimmer of greed appeared in Song Yuheng's grandfather's eyes.
And at this moment, the smile on his face grew even wider. As long as he had his grandfather, Song Yuheng felt that any wish could be fulfilled.
For instance, back then, he had not been the most suitable successor in Duan Jidao's eyes. But now, he was about to receive Duan Jidao's inheritance — and that was all thanks to his grandfather.
"My lord." Just then, someone called softly from outside the palace hall.
Whoosh— Song Yuheng's grandfather swept his sleeve, dissolving a layer of barrier. At the same time, he opened the tightly shut palace doors, then said: "Come in."
Before long, a Half Emperor realm peak cultivator rushed in and dropped to his knees.
"At such a late hour, you should be attending to Yin Gongfu's side. Aren't you afraid he'll grow suspicious if you come here?" Song Yuheng's grandfather said.
"Reporting to my lord, I naturally fear that Yin Gongfu might grow suspicious. But you once instructed me that if anything important arose, I must report it to you immediately," the man said.
"What is it? Speak," Song Yuheng's grandfather said.
"Reporting to my lord — just now, Chu Feng took the key and broke out of the World Hidden Valley alone," the man said.
"What? He escaped?" Upon hearing that Chu Feng had left, Song Yuheng's grandfather's expression stiffened immediately, a look of anxiety surfacing on his face. He certainly did not want him to leave.
"He did leave, saying he had urgent matters to attend to. However, I also overheard him tell Yin Gongfu that he would return in a few days," the man said.
"He'll come back? Good, that's good." Upon hearing this, Song Yuheng's grandfather finally let out a sigh of relief.
"Good, your report was very timely this time." Song Yuheng's grandfather raised his arm, and a Universe Bag fell into the man's hands.
"Thank you, my lord." The man examined the Universe Bag in his hands, his face beaming with delight.
"Serve me well and I won't let you go unrewarded. You may withdraw," Song Yuheng's grandfather waved his hand.
"Yes." The man backed out as he spoke.
"Today truly is a day of one good thing after another," Song Yuheng's grandfather said with great pleasure.