Wang Rongrong took the Sumeru Ring and probed inside with his thoughts. A strange glint flashed in his eyes as he sent a message: "What do you two think—how much of what Brother Sui said was true?"
Gu Beiting raised an eyebrow. "What, Lord Shaoqing? Do you think Brother Sui was making things up to deceive us?"
Wang Rongrong shook his head. "I don't have any evidence. I just feel that if things really happened as he said, it's a miracle he survived."
Old Sui said, "Lord Shaoqing, you're overthinking it. I'll vouch for the truth of Brother Sui's words. He has the Sui clan's Origin Fire, a treasure passed down exclusively through the Sui clan's direct line. It's only natural that he managed to escape by sheer luck. Besides, if he were lying, just think: who would attempt to break through to the Golden Witch realm without even preparing the root of their ancestral witchcraft? Anyone who'd fake something like that would be treating their own life far too lightly."
Wang Rongrong waved a hand. "You're taking this the wrong way. I just think it wasn't easy for Suijie to survive. He might not have told us everything that happened. You're overthinking it."
Gu Beiting said, "It's truly best if Lord Shaoqing can see it that way. To be honest, ever since Suijie joined our ranks, he's done much and received little. The fact that he's stayed loyal through thick and thin already shows what kind of man he is. This trip to Wuji Hall had nothing to do with him in the first place. He only rashly threw himself into the fray because he wanted to lend Lord Shaoqing a hand and help turn things around. He survived by the skin of his teeth, and in the end,