Ming Ye didn't believe Saintess Tian Huan could have done such a thing. After all, the Saintess Tian Huan he knew simply wasn't like that.
So Ming Ye said solemnly, "Sang Jiu, Tian Huan is the Heavenly God Clan's Saintess. She couldn't have done something like this. There must be some misunderstanding."
Sang Jiu saw that Ming Ye didn't believe her and felt heartbroken. She wept tears of blood as she said, "Ming Ye, my father told me this himself before he died. He said all the heavenly soldiers and generals stationed to guard the Mo River waters had been withdrawn by Saintess Tian Huan. The demon army attacked not long after they left!
How could that be a coincidence? And now you're telling me Tian Huan had nothing to do with it?"
Ming Ye still wasn't convinced. After all, Saintess Tian Huan's father had died fighting the demons, so he didn't believe she could have been working with the Demon Lord.
He continued to insist, "Sang Jiu, don't worry. I'll investigate this thoroughly. If Saintess Tian Huan really did it, I'll make her pay!"
Wang Yue had been keeping a close eye on what was happening at the Mo River. When he sensed someone had broken into the spatial formation he'd set up, he hurried over—and happened to hear Sang Jiu recounting her grief and outrage.
"Ming Ye, we have recording pearls at the Mo River. They recorded everything that happened here. All the evidence proves Saintess Tian Huan was responsible!"
She faltered as she spoke. The area had suddenly been sealed off by a spatial barrier, and she had no way to go back and retrieve the recording pearls.
Wang Yue noticed Sang Jiu's predicament and interrupted the two of them. "I set up this formation to preserve