Mu Chengyang's heart skipped a beat, almost giving himself a slap in the face.
At this moment, how could it be his turn to speak? But that token was stolen by him with his own hands, and he saw Mu Zhong hide it in Han Yan's room. The timing was perfect, leaving Han Yan no chance to react. How could it not be found? Confused, he subconsciously exclaimed.
Now seeing everyone looking at him with different expressions, even the Third Elder was no exception, Mu Chengyang felt guilty like a thief.
"I mean, the Supreme Elder used the Blood Oath Soul Sacrifice, and he must be confident. How could it not be found? Something must have been overlooked." Mu Chengyang broke out in cold sweat as he explained.
"We haven't accused you of anything, why are you explaining? Could it be a guilty conscience?" Han Yan said with a cold smile.
She had long suspected Mu Chengyang had done something wrong, and seeing his reaction now made her even more certain.
