"Could it really be me?"
The Venerable of Creation, resting his chin on his hand, fell into deep thought and laughed:
"According to the analysis of the Celestial Venerables, regarding the timing, power, and location of the incident... In this universe, only I, the Venerable of Creation, could perfectly achieve this— single-handedly suppress the Demon Venerable from ancient times and sweep across the dark chaotic zones of the universe; who else but me?"
If he didn't know the truth, Fu Qingjun would have believed it was himself.
A perfect logical chain,
these Celestial Venerables truly racked their brains to shift the blame onto me; this wave is simply brilliant.
Each one steps forward to give false testimony, making it seem as if I was indeed present at the scene...
But even to falsify, one needs conditions and a foundation; at the very least, Fu Qingjun theoretically possesses the power, time, and place to achieve it.
