Having said that, Ma Youwei burst into wild laughter.
The scheme he wanted to play had already taken shape the moment Wang Long betrayed them. If Wang Long had not betrayed them, he would have chosen some weaker martial artist to kill instead. But since Wang Long had come to him, he simply chose Wang Long.
After all, as long as Wang Long remained alive, Ma Youwei could not rest easy.
Only once Wang Long was dead could he finally be at ease.
"Yang Xilin, Yang Xilin, everything you did was indeed for the greater good. But what a pity—the order came from General Yu. I am merely a minor deputy general, nothing more than a little devil swept up in this whirlpool. If you must blame someone, blame yourself for being too high-profile. Once you went to the Forbidden Demon Clan, you should never have returned. Because even if you did return, you would have no possibility of overturning the case."
Having said this, Ma Youwei laughed loudly. He believed he had thoroughly snuffed out every possibility of Yang Chen overturning the case. Even if Yang Chen had ten mouths, he would never be able to explain himself clearly.
With that in mind, Ma Youwei briefly dealt with Wang Long's corpse, then turned and left. He had long since thought of how to frame Yang Chen for killing Wang Long.
Yet he did not know that, just as he left, a transparent spirit talisman in the air flickered briefly before vanishing from its spot. Even Ma Youwei, ever sharp of senses, failed to notice it.
After the talisman vanished, about the time it took to drink a cup of tea later, Yang Chen, among the group heading toward the Forbidden Demon Clan's territory, paused slightly.
A transparent spirit talisman