After ten days outside, Qin Yi finally completed his mission.
On the night of the tenth day, the giant ship he was on and the small boat Uncle Zhao was on both sailed into the Cloud Sea Harbor.
The group finally disembarked. After days of drifting on the sea, the moment they stepped onto land, Qin Yi felt a sense of familiarity.
"Qin Yi."
Uncle Zhao turned around. In the darkness of the night, it was difficult to make out his facial features. Only that unchanging, cold voice gave Qin Yi a sense of familiarity. "What happens next has nothing to do with you."
Hearing Uncle Zhao's words, Qin Yi thought for a moment.
Then, he raised his head to look at Uncle Zhao. Under the moonlight, his pitch-black eyes were like a clear spring. They looked clear but were incomparably deep. "Since Uncle Zhao has said so, I naturally have no objections. However, my two friends are still in the Zhao Mansion. Even if I have to leave, I have to take them with me. "
Uncle Zhao frowned. Then, he said indifferently, "You can't help me."
Qin Yi thought for a moment. Then, a bright smile flashed across his face. "Don't worry, Uncle Zhao. I know what I'm doing."
Without a doubt, Qin Yi did not intend to ignore this matter.
Even if this matter was beyond his capabilities, he would not just wash his hands and leave.
After all, from the moment he accepted the Third Elder's mission to find Uncle Zhao, he was destined to be involved in this matter.
Moreover, he was the one who found Uncle Zhao. Wouldn't it be irresponsible to wash his hands and leave now?
Uncle Zhao looked deeply at Qin Yi. He knew that Qin Yi had made up his mind. Immediately, he did not continue to persist. Sighing softly, he turned around and left on his own.
...
A moment later, Uncle Zhao and the others appeared in front of the Zhao Mansion.
Facing the Zhao Mansion's gate, which he had not set foot in for a hundred years, Uncle Zhao's face was indifferent. He opened the gate and strode in.
Qin Yi followed closely behind and entered the Zhao Mansion.
As for Zhao Du, he had already completed his mission. As a subordinate, what happened next had nothing to do with him. He returned to his own post.
"Elder Mo, the patriarch has been waiting for you for a long time."
After entering, Uncle Zhao and Qin Yi were immediately stopped by a servant. This person was old and clumsy, but his eyes were bright. His demeanor was respectful, and his gaze swept over Qin Yi. "This must be Lord Qin. Please follow me."
With that, the old servant hunched his body and hobbled forward to lead the way.
Not long after, the group stopped in front of the hall where Qin Yi had met with the Third Elder. The old servant bowed respectfully, then slowly moved his body and retreated.
The door in front of them creaked open slowly in front of them.
It was late at night, but the main hall was brightly lit as usual.
Unlike the last time Qin Yi went in, the hall was full of people this time.
A middle-aged man sat on the main seat. His face was gloomy, and his slender eyes flickered with a cold light. He sat there calmly, but there was a trace of majesty in his gaze.
This person should be the head of the Zhao family.
In front of him, on both sides, sat five people. As for the Third Elder, he was sitting on the third seat on the right side.
Obviously, these people were the same as the Third Elder – they were all elders of the Zhao family.
Uncle Zhao's expression was calm as he glanced around, then he stepped into the main hall.
Qin Yi followed closely behind, and under the cold gaze of eleven people, he walked in unhurriedly.
After the two of them entered the hall, the door of the main hall suddenly closed automatically.
Qin Yi suddenly felt the space around him become heavy, and he immediately discovered that his divine sense seemed to have been completely sealed in the main hall.
Without a doubt, there was a restriction in this hall. The connection between the inside and outside had been completely cut off.
"Zhao Mo, I haven't seen you for a hundred years. You've made quite a name for yourself."
The head of the Zhao family was the first to speak. That calm tone of his was mixed with a trace of inexplicable reproach. He narrowed his eyes and stared at Uncle Zhao. His gaze was as sharp as a knife, trying to use his power to suppress Uncle Zhao.
The air at the scene seemed to have frozen, and the heavy atmosphere made it very difficult for people to breathe.
"Hmph! The head of the Zhao family is speaking too highly of Zhao Mo. "
The ghastly voice abruptly sounded out as soon as Patriarch Zhao finished speaking. The gazes of everyone converged onto the fourth middle aged man on the left. "During these past few years, even though he wasn't in the family, he'd always relied on the family's limelight to swagger through the streets outside. Who doesn't know now? Who doesn't know that an elder of the Zhao Clan doesn't want to be an elder and runs off to pretend to be a loner outside? "
"Exactly!"
The elder that sat by the side of the middle aged man chimed in. "If it wasn't for our Zhao Clan's reputation, what do you, Zhao Mo, count as?"
The words of ridicule from these two people were like numerous sharp blades that naked pierced towards Uncle Zhao.
But Uncle Zhao didn't even frown, and he still stood on the spot with an indifferent expression.
The ridicule of these two people with all their strength was like punches hitting cotton, a waste of their strength.
But Uncle Zhao's attitude had slightly infuriated the other people present.
The other elders couldn't refrain themselves from pointing at Uncle Zhao and started to criticize as well.
"Zhao Mo, look at your attitude. Everything you have was given to you by the Zhao Clan. Not to mention that you haven't returned for a hundred years, you're still so condescending when standing before the Patriarch. "
"Zhao Mo, I'm considered to be your senior. I was originally happy for you when I saw you return to the clan this time. Yet you're like this, still so stubborn. I've really misjudged you, you're really an ingrate! "
"Enough!"
A stern shout suddenly sounded out in the clamorous hall. Even though Patriarch Zhao was young, his words carried enormous weight. As soon as these words were spoken, it actually instantly caused the clamorous hall to quiet down.
Patriarch Zhao looked indifferently at Uncle Zhao, and from the beginning until the end, he didn't reveal the slightest closeness or distance. "Zhao Mo, you're my younger brother at any rate. You haven't returned for a hundred years, could it be that you have no feelings towards this clan? "
Patriarch Zhao's words were like an enormous rock that smashed onto Qin Yi's heart, causing him to be extremely shocked. "Uncle Zhao is actually this Patriarch Zhao's younger brother? Since the two of them are brothers, why are they like strangers and seem to have extremely indifferent feelings towards each other? As if they're strangers? "
Uncle Zhao's gaze lifted slightly and looked at Patriarch Zhao, but he still didn't say a word.
Patriarch Zhao's brows furrowed, and a trace of displeasure flashed in his long and narrow eyes. Qin Yi clearly sensed that Patriarch Zhao's hands, which were hidden in his sleeves, were clenched tightly. "You've been away for a hundred years, even if you don't miss me, this elder brother. Could it be that you don't even miss your parents in the slightest? "
Qin Yi's brows furrowed, and he thought to himself, "This Patriarch Zhao is really scheming. At this moment, he's actually playing the familial card. What exactly is his motive? "
However, what made him faintly more worried was that he had already brought Uncle Zhao here, but why didn't the person who fought against him mention anything about letting him go? And even let him participate in the internal strife of their clan?
Looking at those elders in the surroundings, they would occasionally cast a glance at him, but their gazes revealed traces of a strange atmosphere.
This caused the uneasiness in Qin Yi's heart to increase even more.
When Patriarch Zhao's words came out, everyone's gazes once again turned towards Uncle Zhao.
Their gazes were burning hot, as if they were waiting for Uncle Zhao to give a definite answer. Their appearances were extremely like a group of warmhearted relatives, opening their arms wide to welcome a wanderer back home.
But unfortunately, Uncle Zhao didn't nod his head like everyone wished.
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