The Yellow Emperor's heart ached, and so did the hearts of his subordinates. They looked back at their boss, feeling depressed. After all that suffering, no sweetness had come—now they could only count on suicide to get a little peace and quiet.
Dongwang Gong struck backhandedly, Xing Tian provided backup, and with Guanyin's knowing little look added in, the Yellow Emperor's group was left a complete mess in the wind. Even if it was not shit, it had become shit. Not only had their framing failed, they had also put on a display of their own intellectual bottom line.
Everyone was worried sick! Not only had they offended people, they had lost face too. Fucking hell.
"Then who do you think it was?" The Yellow Emperor was bitterly furious. He wanted to find the real culprit, clear his own name, and vent his pent-up frustration. He was holding it in so badly it was more painful than holding back piss.
"Why are you in such a hurry?" Xing Tian was displeased!
The Yellow Emperor shot him an embarrassed glance. He had originally wanted to show off his presence. If Qin Fen did not know, he could at least gloat a little—see, you did not know everything either. Everyone was about the same. Yet he had spoken so much only to say nothing, and Xing Tian refused to cooperate, blocking him with one sentence until he could not say a word.
"I don't know either. After all, this person hid himself too deeply!" Qin Fen had no leads. He was telling the truth. This matter had happened far too long ago, and investigating it would not be easy.
Hahaha, the Yellow Emperor was overjoyed. "I thought you already had a rough idea?" The remark was exceptionally disgusting, and the Yellow Emperor