Li Xuantong was dead beyond all doubt.
Chen Wei and Ma Muzhi knew that perfectly well.
Even the Judges of the Netherworld could not find a trace of his remnant soul, so naturally, there was no chance of him breathing again.
Let alone moving.
But this was the Heavenly Court. Astral winds roamed everywhere, and the Censorate's gates stood open. An occasional gust sweeping up a few strips of plain white Immortal Silk and brushing past the Immortal Coffin was hardly anything strange.
Except...
The wind could have blown at any other time.
Yet it chose the moment right after Chen Wei's shout. To the guilty Lian Zhen Star, it sounded no different from thunder from the Nine Heavens exploding over his head.
With Chen Wei and Old Ma playing off each other, Lian Zhen Star's face turned deathly pale.
He was the mastermind behind Li Xuantong's assassination, after all. Having these accusations hurled right in his face left his thoughts tangled like hemp.
Still, he was a bona fide Star Lord who had weathered countless kalpas in the Heavenly Court.
After a brief panic, Lian Zhen Star forced himself to regain his composure and adopted an official tone. "You two lords must be joking. Throughout my service in the Heavenly Court, I have always been diligent and devoted to my duties. I keep the Great Heavenly Venerable and the Emperors in my heart at all times, examining myself thrice each day, never daring to slacken in the slightest."
"I, too, admire Lord Li's integrity."
"As for Lord Li admiring me?"
"That truly leaves me humbled. I have merely done what my position requires."
His words were watertight-and entirely empty.
But on an occasion like this, they made the perfect shield.
"Is that so?" Chen Wei's smile never reached his