Chapter 11624 — Just Stay Stubborn a Little Longer
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Han Niansan was at his wit's end. "Why must you be so stubborn?"
In his mind, this was plainly a matter that benefited both sides—yet for the sake of such an empty, insubstantial notion, the man insisted on digging in his heels, leaving both parties bruised and broken.
Utterly brainless.
Outside, Mr. Gu had heard every word of their exchange, and his heart grew all the lighter for it.
Were he truly to face Han Niansan head-on, he had to admit his prospects were hardly certain.
Never mind that he was a fine hand from the Inner Royal Court; Han Niansan was an ancestor proper, one who received the incense and offerings of the Han Princely House. The sheer amplification of power that alone conferred was enough to leave him gazing hopelessly after.
As things stood now, what he feared most was Wei Zhao agreeing to the ancestral rite, which would undo all the groundwork he had laid in following the current.
Conversely, the longer time dragged on, and the more of the ancestors' fortune he devoured, the more firmly the initiative rested in his hands.
"Stay stubborn, then. Stay stubborn a little longer, and you can all be buried here together."
Mr. Gu chortled with a strange, grating laugh.
It wasn't only Han Niansan; even facing Wei Zhao and that whole lot, he actually felt a certain unease in his heart.
After all, he too had seen with perfect clarity that scene which had erupted in the Nightfall Palace earlier.
Confident as he was in his own strength, to claim absolute certainty if he truly came face-to-face with Wei Zhao and the rest would have been plain nonsense.
Watching the ancestors' fortune drain away ever faster, the hearts of everyone in the Han Princely House sank to the very bottom.
They could not help but look to Wei Zhao once more.
Yet Wei Zhao still showed not the slightest intention of agreeing to the ancestral rite.
Han Jiechen dared not let a word of it show on his face, but inwardly he could not suppress a wild laugh.
"I've seen fools before, but never one like Wei Zhao—running into a teammate that useless, you lot only had it coming!"
But before his laughter had even faded, Wei Zhao suddenly moved.
As they watched Wei Zhao stride toward the great doors of the ancestral shrine, Han Niansan and the others all froze as one.
What was this supposed to mean?
An instant later, Wei Zhao set one foot beyond the threshold.
The whole hall went still.
Not only the Han Princely House, but even their own people—Wei Baizhan and the rest—all wore expressions of astonishment.
They had not been idle just now, either; every one of them had tried many times over, exhausting every method they could think of and plenty they could not.
Facts proved that the grand ancestral-worship formation really was no empty boast.
Even at their present level of power, there was simply no way around it.
Who could have imagined that Wei Zhao would just stroll out as though nothing were the matter?
Han Niansan opened his mouth and asked, dazed, "How did you get out?"
Wei Zhao glanced back at him. "I don't believe I ever said I couldn't."
"..."
The logic was sound enough, and for a moment Han Niansan had no answer at all.
Equally dumbstruck was that Mr. Gu standing outside.
Wei Zhao looked him up and down. "You were looking for me?"
Mr. Gu's face was a mask of bewilderment, ten thousand horses stampeding through his mind.
Who the hell was looking for you?
What made his position so awkward now was that the Han Princely House's ancestral fortune was still being devoured; if he cut it off by force, he would inevitably suffer a violent backlash.
And when Han Niansan came charging out, any hope of withdrawing from this place intact would be a fool's dream.
Yet if he did not cut it off, Wei Zhao was right there, watching like a tiger eyeing its prey.
If the man suddenly landed a vicious blow, that too would leave him spitting blood—or worse, gravely sapped of his vital essence.