Fang Che was stunned. Somehow, the entire Li Family had been wiped out. Somehow, he had become famous throughout Divine Capital. But the most impressive part was those four words: somehow.
I didn't do anything!
"What the hell is going on?" Fang Che asked, scratching his head.
"The Chief Guardian definitely knows."
Ning Zaifei twisted his mouth, puzzled inwardly. Is this bastard pretending so convincingly, acting so well—or is he genuinely muddleheaded? Fang Che's eyes lit up.
He immediately asked Sun Wutian.
Sun Wutian pushed the blame over at once. "Wasn't this your doing? You're the culprit!"
"But I clearly didn't do anything..."
"It was you! There's no one else!"
Sun Wutian was astonishingly practiced at dumping the mess onto Fang Che's head. He wasn't going to take the blame for this.
Because Yan Nan wasn't going to take it either.
Putting it on the Night Demon's head was perfect.
It even further established that fellow's reputation.
Sun Wutian was actually rather pleased. When a martial artist roams the jianghu, what do they want? A reputation!
With this reputation, once the Night Demon went out and introduced himself, everyone would know: This was the Night Demon who had driven an entire great clan of a million people to their deaths!
Just think about it. Wasn't that far more satisfying than the so-called "killing tens or hundreds of millions in one stroke"?
The key was that he had forced them! Forced them to their deaths!
What kind of concept was that?
Fang Che's face stiffened.
He truly didn't want this evil reputation.
I'd rather kill them with real blades and spears.
Returning to the Main Trial Hall with a black expression, Fang Che discovered that even his subordinates' gazes had changed.
Respect.
Fear.
As though they were looking at an evil