“Excuse me… young brother, I must confess that I found your previous words rather perplexing. Are you implying that my ancestral manuscript is contained within the foundational manual published by the Zhentian Alliance?”
Qiu Qiu Yuanfeng’s face showed no signs of guilt, his gaze clear and transparent, causing the previously doubtful crowd to waver once again.
As the Zhentian Alliance’s leader and an eighth-level array cultivator, it seemed highly unlikely for him to commit such an act, right?
Wang Yang’s hand trembled with anger at Qiu Qiu Yuanfeng’s composed demeanor.
How could someone be so shameless?
He believed that his status would shield him from being exposed, but I won’t let him succeed.
Wang Yang produced a thick stack of papers, raising them high.
“These are the notes of my ancestor, Zhen Yuanzi. Several passages within the foundational manual align perfectly with his writings. How do you explain this, Lord Qiu?”
Qiu Qiu Yuanfeng smiled faintly.