Caught off guard, Yang Xiao collided with the Ancestor. In that moment, he understood everything. Xiang Fengchen, that old fox, had been acting all along, deceiving him into becoming the scapegoat. Now, he was the one targeted by the Ancestor, trapped inside a paper circle.
As he collided with the Ancestor, it felt like slow motion. As he moved closer ever so slightly, the now despairing Yang Xiao saw the Ancestor's face clearly, and also something that looked like a chunk of meat in its mouth.
But that didn't matter anymore, since his life had already reached its end.
However, the unexpected happened next. The moment he touched the Ancestor's body, Yang Xiao's body suddenly became translucent, like a holographic projection, and he passed right through the Ancestor, slamming heavily into the wall behind.
This scene dumbfounded Xiang Fengchen until his cloudy eyes focused on a light behind Yang Xiao.
It was a piece of incense, still burning and slanted behind him.
