Sui Yi glanced at Jiang Muxiu in surprise, took the manuscript, opened it, and with just one look, furrowed his brow, then handed the manuscript to Mo Ke who walked over, "Xu's handwriting."
Xu?
Ye Zixu?
Mo Ke's expression shifted as he took the manuscript for a careful look, his demeanor slightly stern: "It's his."
The whole room was already in an uproar, Zhang Yunlong's face full of anger as he lowly shouted: "Sui Yi, Mo Ke, what nonsense are you spouting! This manuscript is clearly mine! Even if you're biased towards Ye Zixu, you can't distort the truth like this!"
"Rui, you've also seen my manuscript, right? Tell me, whose manuscript is this?"
Li Rui and Lih Yang immediately agreed, accusing Sui Yi and Mo Ke.
The others were somewhat confused, not knowing what to say, while Zhan Yu and others sneered from the sidelines.
The scene was a bit chaotic.
Old Master Ye and others were just about to speak.
Bam!
