Hua Changdeng was so furious that he nearly pulled out the Ghost Hunter, ready to slice Hua Zhiyao in two, his whole body emanating a murderous aura, and shouted:
"I ask, where is the Stele?"
With a loud bang, the Yun Mountain Temple exploded with thunder.
The elders of the clan, affected by the Holy Emperor's aura, staggered back together, while Hua Zhiyao's face finally showed fear as he trembled and said:
"Family head, the Stele, it was thrown in!"
Hua Changdeng's thoughts went blank for a moment, repeating unconsciously, "Thrown?"
"Oh no, sent, sent in!"
"Sent where?"
"Into the spacetime turbulence, family head, what's wrong with you?" Hua Zhiyao spoke with righteous indignation!
What's wrong with me?
I want to ask, what's wrong with you, Hua Zhiyao!
Hua Changdeng suppressed his urge to kill, knowing something strange was stuck between them, and asked seriously, "Who told you to throw... send the Ancestor Stone Carving into the spacetime turbulence?"
"You did!"
