Ke Tianjin's smile stiffened on his face.
His hand, clutching at his beard, gave a fierce tug, but the physical pain was nothing compared to the ache in his heart.
As the cracking sound grew sharper, so did the spread of the crack in the center of the stele, until eventually...
It split in two.
The essence of the Dao contained within dissipated, turning into an ordinary stone tablet.
Everyone's eyes twitched, and they fell into silence.
Many of the Ke family opened their mouths, wanting to say something, but the sight of Little Ancestor's cold brow sweep next to Ji Jingqiu forced the words back down their throats like a fishbone stuck there.
The Heavenly Humans in the sky also remained silent, exchanging looks, and not daring to speak at this moment in fear of upsetting the Ke family's Heavenly Person.
