"If I've decided it was you, then it was you!" Wu Tian's words were domineering, his authority unmatched as they silenced the entire hall. Murong Yezi and Qin Yuhan, who knew him well, understood that he would never make baseless accusations.
Murong Ziqi's expression turned grim. To him, Wu Tian's words were pure mockery, and not just anyone was qualified to mock him.
"I had hoped to use a gentler touch, but since you resisted, I was forced to resort to more forceful means," Murong Ziqi said, though he still added, "Even so, Cousin Wu Tian, you can't slander me by claiming I did this."
Murong Ziqi suddenly thought, This might actually be a good thing. I originally lacked a proper pretext for my actions and had to resort to underhanded methods, but now he's given me the perfect justification!
Thinking this, Murong Ziqi's Soft Sword slithered from his waist like a snake into his waiting hand. The moment the sword appeared, everyone's expression changed.
