Song Kui turned to Xie Zongxun and said, "Brother Xie, this matter concerns the core interests of our Ancestral Court. The issue with Xu Yi must be thoroughly investigated. Brother Ma and I stepped in not out of disrespect to you, the acting Demon Lord. I hope you'll understand."
Xie Zongxun said, "Of course I understand. We're all acting for the good of the Ancestral Court. There's nothing more to say. Xu Yi, you must answer Demon Lord Han's accusations."
Xu Yi said, "Since Demon Lord Xie has given the order, I'll naturally comply. I don't know what Demon Lord Han means by 'evidence.' Let's set aside whether that gathered remnant spirit really belonged to Han Bing or whether someone faked it. Even if it truly was Han Bing's, all he said was that he hated me more. Everything after that was nothing but Demon Lord Han's own invention. If that counts as evidence, give me some time and I guarantee I can make Demon Lord Han die of a wrongful accusation."
"You're twisting words! Twisting words! Xu, with so many people watching, do you dare say I forged this to frame you?"
Han Qi flew into a rage. He had expected Xu Yi to argue, but never imagined Xu Yi would attack the very foundation of his evidence.
That scene had been so elaborate. How could it be fake?
Xu Yi said, "Whether you faked it is easy enough to prove. Demon Lord Han, just call over the other person in that scene, Song Yuan, and ask him. Then we'll know."
How could Xu Yi not see through this? He had long guessed that Song Yuan was dead. Han Qi wouldn't leave a living witness around to ruin his plans.
That punch landed squarely beneath Han Qi's ribs again,