Wu Ji's interrogation yielded results with unexpected speed.
There was no need for any harsh torture. Ten Recording Stones were lined up neatly before Wu Ji.
Wu Ji had initially clung to the dignity of a Star Lord's son, stiffening his neck and preparing to hold out to the bitter end while waiting for his father to petition Tongming Hall to get him released. But when all ten Recording Stones were activated at once, the arrogant young heir's face turned ashen.
The evidence stood like a mountain.
The recordings showed Nine-Headed Bug's meetings with Wu Ji with absolute clarity.
From their first contact and discussions of how to forge documents, to how they would replace the West Sea Dragon King, to the percentage of merit each would receive every year.
Every affair, every detail, had been recorded with perfect clarity.
Even Wu Ji's expression as he solemnly guaranteed success when Nine-Headed Bug presented several Ten-Thousand-Year Coral Trees had been captured down to the finest detail.
Nine-Headed Bug, bowing and scraping in the projected images, had truly been venomous to the core. While currying favor with a Heavenly Court Immortal Official, he had carried Recording Stones on his person and secretly recorded their entire conspiracy.
Yet Wu Ji, eager to earn credit, had taken no precautions at all.
To secure a firm grip on the West Sea, add an achievement to his inspection record, and gain an early promotion, the brat had bypassed his intermediaries every time he met Nine-Headed Bug, charging to the front himself and personally handling every matter.
Negotiations, gifts, promises-he had gone through the entire process himself.
Had there been only one Recording Stone, Wu Ji could still have argued that some demonic fiend had transformed into his likeness to frame him.
But there were ten of