"Sect Master, Daoist Menghen ordered us to do it! Daoist Menghen ordered us to do it!" Fu Biao and the other man stood before Chen Yangqi with legs gone weak from fright. How could they dare lie? They spilled the whole truth in one breath.
Upon hearing this, veins bulged across Daoist Menghen's forehead. He flew into a rage. "Slander! Sect Master, this is slander! Qiangong and Fufeng, those two old bastards, must have arranged this in advance. There is no real evidence at all!"
Hatred weighed heavily in his heart. If it had only been Fufeng Daoist, he might still have had a chance to turn things around today. But who would have thought that Daoist Qiangong, for some reason, would also choose to help Yang Chen?
With two Daoist powerhouses holding the field together, it was difficult for him to even smooth this matter over today.
Fufeng Daoist decided to see it through to the bitter end. Having already prepared to tear all pretense apart with Daoist Menghen, he said disdainfully, "Slander? Fine, fine, fine. Their words may be false, but a soul search will reveal the truth. Sect Master, I absolutely trust you. If you do not believe them, you may search their memories!"
At those words, Daoist Menghen's legs gave way, and he nearly collapsed to the ground.
He knew full well that once their memories were searched, everything would be exposed.
More than anyone else, he knew that it was true that he had ordered Fu Biao and the other man to assassinate Yang Chen.
Any method could be faked, except memories. Altering memories was likely something only those in the Great Ascension Stage could accomplish when they had nothing better to do.
After considering matters from every angle, Chen Yangqi still decided to inspect