Xuanyuan Huangdi pondered for three days and nights but still couldn't figure it out,
"What wire got crossed in Li Dazhi's head to actually organize such a viewing ceremony!"
Could this be made public?
If all of the Human Race came to know that he had Chiyou's buttocks suppressed in the secret realm of Xuanyuan Palace for seventy to eighty thousand years, would he still want to show his face!
How would the clanspeople view him, their old Clan Leader!
The matter had already been handed over to Ping'an, and as for how Ping'an dealt with it, it wasn't his place to ask more.
A few days before the preparation for Chiyou's remains viewing ceremony, Xuanyuan Huangdi was indeed a bit irate,
but later, when Fenghou came to report on the movements of the various tribes in the Western Continent, he mildly persuaded a few words, and Xuanyuan Huangdi thought differently and was no longer annoyed.
