"Was someone behind this?"
You Niu Hong sat down on the steps without a trace of his former majesty and began to think.
How had he gone from Xuanhuang's Grand Marshal Chongyuan to a prisoner beneath the steps?
After a long while.
"No one was behind it."
"You are not very clever." Tu Shan Jun shook his head regretfully. He had thought Dao Lords were all intelligent people, that everyone would understand at a hint, with no need for so much beating around the bush.
Of course, perhaps You Niu Hong knew, but was simply too loyal to say it.
You Niu Hong's heart skipped a beat, yet he still asked in return, "Have you met a clever person, Fellow Daoist?"
Tu Shan Jun recalled, "I met one. His name was Ouyang Qiuxian."
"Back then, at the Yu family's gate, he forced his way into the trial of a group of Dao Scions with his Dao Lord cultivation."
"The first thing he asked upon seeing me was my name."
"A name?"
"He wanted a 'name.' He even said I knew who it was."
"So you think I would know a name?"
As You Niu Hong turned slightly, the shackles on his body clattered.
"Perhaps you have encountered many cultivators who excelled at scheming and arranging layouts. I am different. When I strike, it is a killing blow. Solving enemies is always more effective than solving problems."
"Since you will not speak, I will see for myself."
"Wait!"
You Niu Hong hurriedly waved his hand. "You asked whether someone was behind me, and I answered you, yet you do not believe me. Would you believe any of my other explanations? You believe nothing. Even if you obtain my memories, you will think they are false. Why not let the two of