An all-too-real scene unfolded.
Zhang Shouzhong's post drew only a few dozen replies, and it was soon buried beneath a flood of posts questioning Nameless.
Apart from a handful of genuine fans, most of Nameless's so-called supporters were fair-weather fans, swaying whichever way the wind blew.
Zhang Shouzhong ground his teeth in anger. All he could do was keep posting, again and again and again.
But how could one man stand against the rolling tide? The torrent of online abuse swallowed his posts with ease. Many cultivators did not care about the truth. They were enjoying the spectacle, reveling in the thrill of tearing Nameless down.
Over the next week, countless people clamored for Nameless to come out and apologize. Some even began demanding that he pay with his life.
Of course, they were only running their mouths. Put them in front of Nameless, and they probably would not dare make a peep.
Zhang Shouzhong grew tired too. Realizing he could not clear Nameless's name, he told him what had happened. Nameless's response was... whatever.
If people wanted to believe him, they could. If they did not, they did not have to.
Nameless had never demanded anyone's trust. Nor had he shamelessly advertised himself to get people to ask him for help.
He had always gone with the flow. When someone came seeking help, he decided whether to help based on the circumstances. They were the ones who approached him, not the other way around.
In fact, Zhang Shouzhong was not the only person on the Oracle Network trying to set the record straight. Several others were working hard too. Luo Xiang, for instance, kept sharing Zhang Shouzhong's post and speaking up for Nameless, but his voice carried so little weight that he failed to raise even half a ripple.