The ancient return was exposed by his sister's live stream.

The chat was flooded with question marks for a full ten seconds; there wasn't a single text message, just a barrage of question marks.

Chen Siyao stood frozen in place at the sight before her, her mouth agape, almost dropping the wooden sword in her hand. She was completely stunned, as if struck by lightning, her face filled with disbelief.

She quickly walked to Chen Hao's side, looked him up and down to make sure he wasn't injured, and only then did she breathe a sigh of relief. She then looked at Chen Hao with a mixture of exasperation and amusement, her voice filled with disbelief.

"Brother, you could have dealt with this Ghost King a long time ago, right?"

"From the very beginning, you had the ability to take it down in one move. You made me fight it for so long, I was exhausted, and you just flicked your forehead and it was done?"

Chen Hao looked at her and shook his head seriously: "No. This ghost king was severely weakened by Yao Yao and was only on its last breath. I was just finishing it off for you."

He spoke without batting an eye, his tone completely calm, as if it were truly the case.

Chen Siyao narrowed her eyes: "Finishing blow?"

"Finish it off." Chen Hao nodded, his expression sincere. "You took away 99.9% of its health, and I only finished off the last 0.1%. The credit is yours."

Seeing her brother's serious expression, Chen Siyao couldn't help but roll her eyes, her lips twitching, her face a mixture of amusement and exasperation. She pointed at Fan Hai lying on the ground, then at herself, her tone full of helplessness:

"Brother, don't you want to listen to what you're saying?"

Yang Wanqing whispered from the side, "Brother Hao, the way you flicked it just now... it didn't seem like you were finishing it off, it seemed like you didn't care about it at all from the beginning."

Chen Hao turned to look at Yang Wanqing and said just as sincerely, "Xiaoqing, you're overthinking it. I was really just finishing off the enemy. Yaoyao was the main force."

Chen Siyao took a deep breath, then another, and shoved the wooden sword into Chen Hao's hand: "Brother, you take this. I'm afraid I might not be able to resist flicking it at you."

Chen Hao took the sword, his lips twitching slightly.

In the live stream, the question marks finally started turning into text:

[I am Ying Zheng: So the High God was just watching the show? Watching Yao Yao fight for so long, only to flick her wrist at the end?]

[Yaoyao's Little Red Riding Hood: Finishing blow? God, you call this finishing blow?]

[Dongmen Chuixue: God: Yaoyao scored 99.9%, I only added 0.1%. Yaoyao: You played it once. Just once.]

[Yifan Daoren: The literary master of Versailles! I would call the supreme deity Versailles himself!]

[Xiao Ke: Hahaha, the High God is such a good actor! He's spouting nonsense with such a straight face!]

[Night Sky: Yao Yao has such a good temper. I'd already be hitting my brother by now.]

[Youyou: So the aloof god is actually a comedian! This plot twist is hilarious!]

[I am Ying Zheng: Yao Yao: I'm exhausted, and you tell me you finished off the enemy? I can't believe my eyes.]

[Young Taoist priest at Qingfeng Temple: I'm reminded of my master. When I was little, he taught me swordsmanship, just watching from the sidelines, letting me get beaten up by my senior brothers for ages before finally saying, "See, if your move had been a little off, you would have won." The High God is teaching Yao Yao practical combat skills!]

Chen Siyao watched the comments and grew angrier, but she didn't know why she was angry. Her brother had indeed let her fight for a long time, but in the end, he defeated the Ghost King with just one flick.

But she really enjoyed the fight just now. And she realized she had actually become stronger—not with a sword, but genuinely stronger.

She could sense the Ghost King's movements, predict its attacks, and react in the blink of an eye. These abilities were honed in the fight just now.

And when she rescued those trapped homeowners, she truly felt an inexplicable joy. That heroic feeling of being needed. She realized how good it felt to be a hero.

She looked at Chen Hao, and Chen Hao looked at her, his expression unchanged, though a barely perceptible smile flashed in his eyes. He coughed lightly and changed the subject: "Let's not worry about that for now. Miss Song is still in the room. Open the door and see if she's alright."

Only after his reminder did everyone realize that Song Xinxue was still trapped in the room. Their attention had been so focused on the Ghost King that they had almost forgotten about her.

Inside the room, Song Xinxue huddled in a corner, clutching the jade pendant in her hand. The jade pendant was warm to the touch and constantly glowed, faint but steady.

The fighting outside had stopped, and the terrifying sound had disappeared. She didn't know what had happened outside, only that the thing had stopped knocking.

She hesitated for a moment, then stood up, walked to the door, and pressed her ear against it to listen for a while. There was no sound.

She knocked gently on the door: "Is anyone outside? Help me."

The door opened. Not slowly, but abruptly. Song Xinxue took a step back in fright, then saw a familiar face.

"Sister Xue!" Chen Siyao stood at the door, holding a peach wood sword, her face still flushed from the fight, but she smiled brightly. "We've come to rescue you!"

Song Xinxue stood there, stunned, looking at her, then at Yang Wanqing standing behind her, and finally at Chen Hao at the very back. Tears welled up in her eyes instantly.

"Yaoyao..." She rushed over and hugged Chen Siyao, crying and trembling all over, "I thought I was going to die here... That thing kept knocking on the door... kept laughing... I was scared..."

Chen Siyao hugged her and gently patted her back: "It's alright, Sister Xue, it's alright. My brother took care of that thing. You're safe now."

Song Xinxue cried for a long time, releasing all the fear, dread, and despair she had felt over the past few days. Chen Siyao held her, patting her back without saying a word.

Yang Wanqing also came over and hugged her from the other side. The three of them stood together in the corridor on the 31st floor, surrounded by debris and walls damaged by the fight.

Chen Hao stood to the side, watching quietly.

After crying her fill, Song Xinxue looked up, wiped away her tears, and smiled sheepishly, "I'm sorry, I lost my composure."

"What are you saying?" Chen Siyao held her hand. "It's good that you're alright."

Yang Wanqing handed her a tissue: "Sister Xue, what are you doing here?"

Song Xinxue took the tissue, wiped her face, took a deep breath, and slowly said, "I'm the housekeeper of the top-floor penthouse in Building A. That night, the owner of the penthouse called me, saying there was a problem at home and asking me to come and take a look. When I arrived, I didn't see the owner, I only saw him—"