Zou Fang froze.
He didn't know what to say.
Because the truth?
He had no idea.
Or rather—he wasn't the one who had done it.
It was all Wei Long.
Wei Long had taken over his body, thrown those punches, and delivered that savage, merciless beating to Angola.
Zou Fang himself?
He was just along for the ride.
And now, with every single person in the sect staring at him, waiting for an answer—
He had to make something up.
His mind was blanking until, suddenly, Wei Long's voice echoed from within his spiritual sea.
"Make up a story. Just lie."
Zou Fang almost choked on air.
"Lie?!" he yelled internally.
"Of course! You think you can tell them the truth? Just say something dramatic! Make it convincing!" Wei Long urged.
Zou Fang's face twitched.
But… Wei Long was right.
So, after a brief moment of hesitation, Zou Fang took a deep breath—
And he went for it.
"It all started when I was born."
The entire sect hall fell silent.
