Tang Sanzang glanced at the Zhu-Sha Duo and Little White Dragon.
"Do you understand now?"
"The truth of Crow-Cock Kingdom was never something that could be determined by a corpse or a jade tablet."
"The real truth lies hidden deep within people's hearts."
"And they believed they had long since toyed with people's hearts in the palms of their hands!"
The moment Tang Sanzang finished speaking, the deathly silence within the Golden Throne Hall was suddenly shattered by a shrill, miserable laugh.
"Hahahaha!"
The real king abruptly scrambled to his feet. His grief-stricken face instantly twisted into a savage frenzy.
He suddenly turned his head and exchanged a look with the false king, who had remained seated upon the dragon throne.
A trace of coldness and resolve flashed through both their eyes at once.
"What a fine Daoist Three Burials!"
The real king pointed at Tang Sanzang and shouted sharply.
"What a silver tongue! What a splendid speech twisting black into white!"
The false king sneered as well.
"Daoist, after saying so much, do you have any evidence?"
The real king pressed forward step by step, his voice carrying across the entire square.
"You say I jumped into the well myself. You say I am in league with this demonic Daoist!"
"But all of that is nothing but fabrication and slander!"
"You have no evidence at all!"
Confusion flashed through the ministers' eyes once more.
That was right. No matter how convincing the Daoist sounded, where was the evidence?
Could they really condemn the real and false kings based on the Daoist's words alone?
"That's right! Daoist, you cannot condemn us based on mere speculation!"
"We are the victims!"
"Daoist Three Burials, if you believe I am guilty, why did you save my life? It simply makes no sense!"
"Or