Fu Sanyuan dodged while lamenting inwardly in grief and indignation.
What on earth did this man eat growing up?
He clearly hadn't been this strong back when he killed me.
How much time had even passed? And now he could beat down even this Myriad Forms Star-Corpse Body.
Did this lot from the Yun Clan have any respect for heaven's justice?
"Stop, stop, stop!"
Fu Sanyuan finally couldn't hold out any longer. He abruptly raised the tortoise shell with both hands and pulled it over his entire body, layers of a phantom starry river unfurling behind him.
"This humble Daoist admits defeat! This humble Daoist has been wronged!"
"I really didn't meddle with that West Street of yours!"
Yun Qing withdrew his attack with a flick of his hand and stood with his hands behind his back. His Double Pupils rotated silently, two rings of inky pupil-shadows overlapping, making even the starry river behind Fu Sanyuan falter slightly.
Yun Qing stared at him for a long while. Only after some time did he slowly narrow his eyes.
Fu Sanyuan sat in the woodland, panting heavily as he said rather bedraggledly,
"See? I wasn't lying to you, was I?"
Yun Qing gave no answer either way.
Under the scrutiny of his Double Pupils, he could see that this man was indeed connected to the greater course of the Human World's fate, but there was no trace of the forcible correction that had occurred on West Street.
Clearly, this was just a passing charlatan who enjoyed watching a spectacle and never minded if the trouble grew worse.
Yun Qing put away his spear, but did not deactivate his Double Pupils. His profound gaze swept over the other man, inside and out, as he asked gravely, "If what happened on West Street had