Fire-Refining True Lord's words were like a boulder cast into a tranquil lake, stirring wave after wave of ripples.
Monarch Qingshui was left speechless by the question. His face flushed red, and his lips moved a few times, yet no words came out. He also knew full well that although Fang Mo was strong, for him to battle a peak Heaven-reaching exotic beast within space-time using the power of his Primordial Spirit was simply beyond all reason.
True Lord Hanli's willow brows rose slightly, a trace of cold severity flashing through her eyes as she stared icily at Fire-Refining True Lord. "Fire-Refining, what do you mean by that? Are you suspecting Fang Mo of being connected to that evil aberration?"
Fire-Refining True Lord frowned, meeting True Lord Hanli's gaze without backing down. "Senior Disciple Sister Hanli, I am not suspecting Fang Mo. It is simply that this matter is far too strange. Why did that exotic beast seek out Fang Mo? Why did it know to use such insidious methods against him? One cannot help but suspect whether Fang Mo has been tainted by some evil aberration, or even... has some connection to it."
True Lord Hanli let out a cold laugh. "Fire-Refining, this is groundless speculation. Fang Mo became the Holy Son only after being personally confirmed by the Celestial Venerables and the Sect Master, after passing trial upon trial. How could there possibly be a problem?"
Fire-Refining True Lord said blandly, "Becoming the Holy Son does not mean there can be no problem. No one has opened the Yin Ruins for ten thousand years, yet Fang Mo opened it. That alone is enough to arouse suspicion!"
True Lord Hanli's gaze turned icy as she said coldly, "Then must you suspect anyone who opens the Yin Ruins?"
Fire-Refining bent