"What the hell does this have to do with me!"
Fu Qingjun considered himself quite composed, but now he almost spat out a mouthful of old blood. I'm just a small fry mixed in this, even more unjustly treated than Dou E.
"Indeed, I am the greatest Pot Carrier King in the entire universe."
Fu Qingjun looked at the gaze directed at him, feeling a weight in his heart, and muttered:
"This behind-the-scenes manipulator who somehow controls the Celestial Dao rules dares to call themselves the Trust Celestial Venerable. In that case, since I happen to grasp the Creation rules, I can confidently call myself the Pot Carrier Celestial Venerable."
No mistake about it, I am the biggest scapegoat king.
Fu Qingjun also knew he could only bite the bullet now, his mind whirling as he swiftly organized his thoughts:
There's no way to escape, not in the entire universe.
