Reborn twenty years earlier, on the very day he was framed, Yang Wuji looked at the familiar scene and burst out laughing.
“Yang Wuji, do you know what you’re guilty of?”
“Consorting with the enemy and betraying your comrades, allowing your subordinates’ demon beasts to hurt people, and neglecting your duties until our cultivators suffered heavy losses. Do you admit to it?”
“You are the guardian of Fuyou City. Do you even take your responsibilities to heart? With such an irresponsible person guarding Fuyou City, humanity is in grave danger.”
This time, Yang Wuji didn’t try to explain himself. He admitted to it all. None of it had anything to do with him, but he had no desire to suffer what he’d gone through in his previous life ever again.
In this life, he would live for himself, snatch up opportunities amid the struggle for fortune, and watch with a smile as humanity faced its great calamity.
