As it turned out, having a "secretary" present made the trial somewhat easier.
The moment the long-haired man opened his mouth, Hu Xuan chuckled and began introducing him to Cheng Shi:
"Meng Youfang, the bard, leader of that chaotic Worship God Society, and the current Chosen of Time."
It was him!?
He actually should have realized it sooner. This long-haired man, dressed in a simple robe yet exuding an unmistakable air of refinement, looked like a poet. Compared to a bard, he looked more like a wild and unrestrained poet from ancient times, but in the end, they were all poets...
Add to that his gaze, which looked down on the mortal world, and wasn't he exactly the image of that Worship God madman who styled himself the "Seventeenth God"?
But what were the odds?
He was a madman, a leader, and most importantly, a Chosen as well. On top of that, this Chosen had risen to prominence after killing the previous Chosen...
Ah, this...
How should he put it? Was this a gratitude-repayment situation?
Cheng Shi blinked at Meng Youfang, wondering how he could hint that he had "contributed a little" to killing Old Man.
But that could only remain a thought, because Hour Hand's identity could not have the slightest connection to him.
Cheng Shi sighed regretfully, then nodded toward Meng Youfang. "You're quite an interesting fellow."
Meng Youfang's eyes lit up at that. "You've heard of me?"
The moment he said that, everyone present's expression fell. Even the smile on Hu Xuan's face froze for a moment. She had intended to tell Cheng Shi not to casually engage this man in conversation, but she had never expected Cheng Shi to respond so quickly.
But now that things had come to this, she could not turn against a