The gods' gazes were sharp as blades, as though they wanted to cut open Jiang Ping An's heart and see the truth within.
Every stare carried scrutiny and suspicion, like invisible chains tightly coiling around him.
Yet Jiang Ping An remained calm, as if those gazes were no more than a breeze brushing his face. He slowly raised his hand, revealing the blue bracelet on his wrist.
Bai Jingqiu's gaze fell upon the bracelet, and she froze slightly.
Naturally, she recognized it. It had been her sister's keepsake, later passed down to Lan Shi'er.
Realizing Jiang Ping An might have been framed, Lan Shi'er hurriedly shouted:
"That's the protective bracelet I lent to Smelly Uncle... Jiang Ping An. It can block attacks from ordinary God-level Experts, so naturally, it can also withstand Devour Origin."
Urgency tinged her voice, as though she feared no one would believe her. Anxious light flickered in her eyes as she raised her little hand, pointed at Lan QiMing, and shouted loudly:
"Look at his neck! There's a God-level protective talisman there. When we met in the palace before, that God-level protective talisman of his was still intact."
"But now it's covered in cracks. It clearly suffered a God-level attack, which perfectly matches Jiang Ping An's memories of Lan QiMing being attacked after being sucked into Devour Origin!"
The gods' gazes turned in unison toward Lan QiMing, like countless sharp swords stabbing into him at once.
Feeling that terrifying pressure, Lan QiMing's body trembled like chaff in a sieve. Sweat soaked through his clothes and ran down his cheeks. His heart hammered wildly, nearly leaping from his chest, while his breathing became rapid and ragged.
"She's lying! This protective talisman of mine was already cracked!"
Lan QiMing's voice was shrill and rushed as he tried to