"Senior, do you have any evidence?"
The two stood off against each other ten thousand miles outside Lingshan, but this distance wasn't truly far. Their conversation wasn't deliberately shielded from others, and anyone with even a bit of divine skill could hear them clearly.
"My White Lotus Saintess died under your Nanming Lihuo. Are you still denying it?"
Hearing this, Nezha finally understood. This No-Life Old Mother had no idea that she had been tricked by him. This was actually all because Nezha had failed to gather faith, and now she was here looking for a scapegoat to shift the blame and establish her authority.
When people are utterly speechless, they often laugh. This person had absurdly managed to pick the true culprit, but for now, Nezha outwardly had the upper hand because No-Life Old Mother didn't know this was all his doing.
"What are you laughing at?"
