"No... no..."
He Pingsheng's questions left Zheng Menglong drenched in sweat. "I wasn't there at the time!"
"You weren't there?" This time, Yu Ning questioned him. "Menglong, if you neither heard it from anyone else nor witnessed it yourself, why did you decide that He Pingsheng was Linglong's killer?"
"Could it be that you secretly killed your senior sister yourself, then pinned the blame on He Pingsheng?"
"No, no..." Zheng Menglong panicked at once. "Martial Aunt, I didn't... I'm only at the eighth layer of the Qi Refining Stage. How could I possibly defeat Senior Sister, who was at the eleventh layer?"
"Oh!"
Yu Ning nodded. "So you, at the eighth layer of the Qi Refining Stage, couldn't defeat Linglong at the eleventh layer, but my disciple at the seventh layer could?"
Zheng Menglong was nearly driven to tears by her questions.
Indeed, everything he knew was conjecture.
Why had he reached that conclusion?
Because Zheng Menglong knew the truth perfectly well.
Back in the Secret Realm, Linglong had ordered him and three other senior brothers to keep patrolling in search of He Pingsheng, then kill him.
But he had failed to find He Pingsheng. Instead, he received a message from Linglong saying that she had found him.
He had rushed over in a burning hurry.
When he arrived, all he saw was a battlefield in utter disarray.
The scene was so chaotic that Zheng Menglong himself could not tell who had won or lost, or who had lived or died. Only after leaving the Secret Realm and meeting his master, Jade Virtue, did he learn the whole story.
A simple deduction told him that He Pingsheng had killed Linglong.
But he truly had no evidence.
*Evidence doesn't matter. All I have to do is accuse him, and Master will