Mustering One Hundred Thousand Crimson Prison Soldiers, Returning to the Emperor Clan at Last

"Wait, how did you know about Chen Baxuan?"

Before Chen Wen could respond, Chen Hongmian frowned and asked again.

Chen Wen's expression did not change as he said half-jokingly, "If I said Chen Baxuan was the mastermind behind trying to kill me, would you believe me, Sis?"

Chen Hongmian's pupils contracted. Only after a long while did she say, "Are you serious?"

"Do you believe me?" Chen Wen did not answer directly.

Chen Hongmian said nothing. With a flip of her hand, she released a spirit shuttle.

Mysterious Formation Seals covered the spirit shuttle, terrifying power circulating across its surface. At a glance, it was clearly no ordinary item.

Once the spirit shuttle steadied itself, Chen Hongmian grabbed Chen Wen and entered it.

Before Chen Wen could react, Chen Hongmian seized his shoulder again. With her head slightly raised, she stared him down and said, "If you say it, I'll believe it."

Chen Wen suddenly smiled.

In truth, he had been gambling too.

Fortunately, his sister had not disappointed him.

"Give me the evidence. We'll report it to the Lineage and take him down!" Chen Hongmian said coldly.

Chen Wen shook his head. "I can't produce concrete evidence, but I'm ninety percent certain he did it."

As he spoke, he explained how he had obtained this information.

Of course, he did not reveal the existence of the Destiny Crucible.

After hearing Chen Wen out, Chen Hongmian's face turned completely cold. "So-called coincidences are nothing more than plots laid long ago."

Then her tone shifted. "But if you submit this without evidence, I'm afraid you won't even get past Dad and our brother."

"What do you mean?" Chen Wen raised a brow.

Clearly, he had not expected this matter to involve his father and older brother.

Chen Hongmian glanced at Chen