Qin Yang smiled, dragged over a chair, sat down with one leg crossed over the other, and gestured with his hand.
"Begin your performance."
Zhang Zhengyi gave a dry laugh. This time, he was not all that afraid. His strength had simply been insufficient this time; he had truly done everything he could.
Besides, wasn't there a ready-made scapegoat?
"Brother Qin, you know that Inspiration High Priest was there when we came out. I really didn't dare pull any little tricks right under his nose. Later..."
Zhang Zhengyi recounted everything that followed exactly as it had happened. Inspiration High Priest had left.
He had been discovered by the female cultivator, then somehow fell under some wicked art, and finally committed suicide, injuring the female cultivator in the process.
Zhang Zhengyi spoke in great detail, even explaining what he had intended to do and what he had been thinking at the time. Qin Yang could basically picture the entire scene.
Qin Yang raised his eyelids slightly and gazed toward Tai Hao Huliang, unable to stop himself from laughing.
No wonder the Heavenly Palace people had acted as though they had been injected with chicken blood, managing to crush their way through so easily. Even now, he had not sensed any High Priest falling.
So the Ancient Underworld's greatest reliance—the female cultivator's ability—had been crippled.
And even now, Zhang Zhengyi still did not know that, after losing himself and having his mind forcibly manipulated, he had somehow crippled the female cultivator's divine ability.
That female cultivator's divine ability truly was rather terrifying. It was entirely passive and acted directly upon a person's very thoughts. She did not need to do anything at all; her opponents would destroy themselves.
But here came the problem: Zhang Zhengyi could not even kill himself.
The female