Zhang Sanfeng gave a knowing smile, looking deeply mysterious. What had happened here was not for outsiders to hear. Too many interests were entangled in it, and the waters ran deep. Holy Master Lin had erased all the detailed records.
If not for Zhang Sanfeng's status as a venerable predecessor from Earth, Ye Fan would have roared, "You wretch, what exactly do you think you understand?!"
"Holy Master Lin has always been unreliable. He loves making things up. Senior, please don't let him deceive you."
Ye Fan pleaded earnestly, making one last desperate attempt to struggle free.
"Rest assured, Emperor Zun. This old Daoist will never let anyone deceive him."
Three-Crazy Daoist spoke with ringing conviction, a keen light flashing in his eyes-the radiance of justice. Righteous and impassioned, he swore to defend Emperor Zun's position to the death.
Emperor Zun could only be Emperor Zun Ye. If a second Emperor Zun sprang up in the great universe, the Primordial Lineage would never acknowledge him. They would beat him to death instead.
"Lin Xian, you win!"
The corner of Ye Fan's mouth twitched. His heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally plunged into the abyss, dead beyond all hope of revival.
Holy Master Lin had set him up.
An invisible, sinister hand in the deepest reaches of reincarnation had orchestrated everything.
Ye Fan did not need to say another word. One similar face was enough to confirm everything. What Lin Xian had done was no covert conspiracy, but an utterly open scheme.
Ordinary beings lacked the strength to investigate the truth. They would only follow the tide of public opinion, and might even stir up the waves themselves.
Those who knew the inside story would offer no explanation. They tacitly accepted Ye Fan as Emperor Zun because it benefited