You Fang's first thought was Xuan Qi. No, that man should already be dead. The killing power had been unmistakable; Xuan Qi wouldn't have been able to withstand it. If he were still alive, he'd definitely be a suspect—his identity as someone from Primeval Space alone would make him one. But he was dead. So who else could it be?
He couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. His plan had succeeded, and so had the plan to frame the You Family for going after Mu Jun. Who had come up with that plan? And who had carried it out? He Ran?
At that thought, he looked toward Uncle Mo.
He couldn't shake the feeling that someone was pulling the strings.
"You Fang, was your family involved in Mu Jun's disappearance?" Lord Wei asked, his tone considerably sterner.
You Fang turned to Lord Wei. "Sir, Luo Shan colluded with others to frame the You Family. Are you going to help them go after us too?"
"Outrageous!" Wen Shi rebuked him.
Uncle Mo snapped, "You Fang, you've gone too far!"
Countless people held their breath. You Fang's attitude was wrong.
Lord Wei furrowed his brow. "It seems your family is dissatisfied with me."
"I wouldn't dare," You Fang replied. "But Lord Wei, helping Luo Jun pressure my family makes no sense."
"How would you like to make sense of it?" Lord Wei asked calmly.
You Fang's gaze suddenly turned cold. "I don't."
As soon as the words left his mouth, the remnants of the Technique of Giving scattered across the starry sky suddenly linked together. In an instant, they formed distorted space that encircled Lord Wei. Lord Wei reacted quickly, raising his hand to unleash a blast of black energy, but the distorted space isolated it.
Lu Yin watched the