Luo Zheng had not yet had time to examine the First Grade Divine Artifact in his hand when he heard the martial artists relentlessly denouncing the White-Browed Old Man.
The White-Browed Old Man was certainly an extremely senior figure, but after being surrounded and attacked by so many martial artists of the younger generation—and with him being in the wrong to begin with—he did not know what to say for a moment...
"What... are you talking about?" Luo Zheng asked with a smile as he walked over.
Seeing that he seemed unable to face these juniors without giving them an explanation, the White-Browed Old Man suddenly sighed and said to Luo Zheng, "I was in the wrong just now. It wasn't that I didn't want you to obtain this sword. I was merely curious about your limits, so I manipulated that speck of light..."
"He finally admitted it! So he really was manipulating it!"
"He actually had the nerve to admit it! The Divine Armory Hall might as well change its name to the Blackheart Hall!"
"I'll never believe them again..."
He had admitted it, and even apologized, yet these fellows were still pressing him relentlessly. The White-Browed Old Man found himself caught between a rock and a hard place.
Luo Zheng naturally knew that the blue speck of light had been manipulated by the White-Browed Old Man. However, since he had ultimately obtained the sword, Luo Zheng believed the old man's words. He waved his hand and said, "It's fine. It was just a little troublesome."
After all, if the White-Browed Old Man had insisted on stopping him, Luo Zheng probably really would not have been able to obtain the sword...
Since the person involved had said so himself, these martial artists brimming with a "sense of justice" finally