Xue Mingtai nodded, a look of indignation flashing across his face.
"Exactly. So‑called incurable Parkinson's, cancer—those are nothing but the God Clan's conspiracy, pretty much trumped‑up charges."
Yang Fei suddenly remembered that atop the very peak of Jianmu, in the Divine Tomb, there were altars for many scientific giants.
He instantly understood what Xue Mingtai meant.
"Heh, no wonder the True Martial King looked down on the Kunlun Divine Realm so much—turns out he discovered the God Clan's despicable nature from Helen."
Xue Mingtai nodded and let out a long sigh.
"So I understand my father's actions very well."
"With his temperament, how could he possibly tolerate the fate of the Human Race being controlled by the God Clan?"
The two chatted as they drove, and the journey didn't feel lonely at all.
Chunzi was in the car's trunk, bored out of his mind, snoring away.
Three hours later, Yang Fei and Xue Mingtai arrived at Jingshui Villa.
