Qin Yi looked at the small, shriveled old man and sneered, "Am I the one scheming against everyone, or is it that I don't want everyone to get the Heavenly Thunder Fruit? Think about it, right now you're the butcher, and I'm the fish meat, unable to escape from the palm of your hands. How could I possibly scheme against any of you?"
But this monkey keeps preventing me from getting the Heavenly Thunder Fruit for everyone. I think he wants to keep the Heavenly Thunder Fruit for himself. After all, there are only three Heavenly Thunder Fruits, and there are so many of you that you can barely share them. His heart deserves to be killed."
Everyone turned to look at the small, shriveled old man, their eyes flickering with doubt.
The small, shriveled old man glared at Qin Yi venomously and said viciously, "Don't believe his nonsense. He's trying to sow discord."
