Faced with Wu Jingwei's stern, accusatory questioning, Wang Chen did not even raise an eyelid.
With a flick of his wrist, he sent out a gleaming crystal stone.
In the next instant, a beam of dazzling multicolored light shot from within the crystal, projecting an incomparably clear image before everyone's eyes.
An Imprint Stone!
Cries of surprise immediately rang out in the council hall.
Imprint Stones were special Magic Tools refined from mid-grade or high-grade Spirit Stones, used to record and store images and sounds. They were extremely valuable.
No one had expected Wang Chen to produce such evidence.
The image began from the moment Xiang Yingzhe entered the door and ended when he fell to the ground. Though it lasted only a short time, the steward's overbearing, tyrannical face had been captured with perfect clarity.
Wang Chen's charge of "defying orders and offending one's superior" was entirely justified.
The evidence was ironclad!
Wu Jingwei's face turned livid. He said in a low voice, "Even if Steward Xiang was guilty, he should not have been punished like this."
"I have already spared him the death penalty."
Wang Chen sneered. "If Steward Wu refuses to accept this, you may report it to the Grand Protector Heavenly Master for judgment, or appeal to the sect."
Wu Jingwei was rendered speechless.
He truly hated Wang Chen to the bone, and he was also furious at Xiang Yingzhe's stupidity.
How could he have let Wang Chen seize such leverage against him?
This steward would never consider that, without his own instructions and backing, how could Xiang Yingzhe possibly have been so arrogant?
In any case, the one at fault was always someone else.
"This lowly cultivator has been disrespectful."
Wu Jingwei was no ordinary man, and anger had not clouded his judgment.
He swiftly