Xu Yi stared at the shattered jade wall and said dumbly, "No way."
He truly couldn't believe that the Formless Jade Wall had shattered because of him. But the timing was far too coincidental.
Xu Yi was just about to leave when he suddenly realized he was surrounded by a crowd. A short, portly cultivator shoved his way to the front, pointed at Xu Yi, and shouted angrily, "It was him! He broke the Formless Jade Wall. I was there at the time, sitting right in front of it. Xu Yi was the only one there!"
The crowd erupted, fury rising as curses rang out without end.
In any case, the heavy offender Zhuang Bo Yi, Xu Yi, had already accumulated enough resentment over this period. With some people fanning the flames, there was no way he could avoid being condemned by the masses.
Xu Yi stood perfectly still, facing the uproar coldly. After the commotion had gone on for a while, everyone realized they weren't getting the reaction they'd expected, and the scene gradually settled down.
Xu Yi spoke out clearly. "I'd like to ask this fellow cultivator something. You say I destroyed the Formless Jade Wall, but how exactly did I destroy it? What was the process? Did I strike it, or did I use magical power?"
The short, portly cultivator was struck dumb. His gaze swept over the crowd, as though searching for someone. Before long, a long-faced cultivator rose into the air and said loudly, "What's there to discuss? The jade wall may not have been destroyed by you, but it was destroyed because of you. Think about it: these past few days, you've been constantly putting on airs and pretending. Even Heaven couldn't stand it anymore, and finally the Formless Jade Wall was destroyed. What