"Wang Yao's four confidantes... Holy crap, the real deal is right here, and I have no idea who his four lovers are? Hey, is Fairy Qin working at the Textile Bureau?" Old Ruan also held his phone and glared at Wang Yao from time to time.
Wang Yao was completely baffled. He couldn't figure out what was going on. The WeChat group and online sources of the Thirteen Sages of the Bamboo Grove were not the same, which meant that many online media in the Immortal Realm had published multiple articles about him at the same time, which caught him off guard.
“There’s another one here… This one has an author… It’s… It’s actually Wei Zheng, the director of the Women’s Federation’s Political Affairs Bureau? Director Wang, whom I know… I know Wei Zheng, huh? Why can’t I open it?…” Mr. Shan browsed his phone, his expression gradually becoming serious.
"Hello? Yes, ah... Immortal... Immortal is here with us... Really? How come I didn't know?... Really? Oh dear, he hasn't said anything, I... We... Yes, yes... What you said makes sense... Yes, yes... We communicate with our eyes, we communicate with our eyes..."
"Well... well... okay, I'll think about it... no, no, no... I won't use torture to extract confessions. What do you take our Zhenxie Prison for... everything has to be presented as facts, what... what... there's even deletion of posts?..." But then Old Ruan answered the phone.
Immediately afterwards, Lao Ji, Mr. Shan, and even Zhao Cai, Jin Bao, and Li Xian all received phone calls. They were all craning their necks to answer the phone, leaving Wang Yao standing there.
After some hesitant, rambling, and half-hearted rambling on the phone, everyone hung up one after another, exchanging glances. They nodded silently, their gazes finally settling back on Wang Yao.
"Damn it, I actually have a few friends who want to come see you. I'll go and send them away. They all come here, and they're all the same, what's there to see?" Old Ji put away his phone, reached out and tore open a crack in the bamboo garden space, and slipped out.
"Damn it, these immortals are already indignant before they even understand what's going on. What did I ever do to deserve this? Kid, if you still refuse to tell the truth, believe me, I'll make things worse for you!" Old Ruan said angrily to Wang Yao.
“Wang Xian, I, Lao Shan, still trust Wei Zheng quite a bit. Now, Wei Zheng is disregarding the accusations against him and writing a long essay to plead your case, but his post has actually been deleted. I estimate that he's going to be in trouble this time. I, Shan Tao, can't just sit idly by.”
"But... but you have to reveal some of the truth about the nuclear catastrophe, right? Otherwise, where do I even begin? Wei Zheng stood up for you, and he's your friend too. Are you just going to stand by and watch your friend suffer for you?" Mr. Shan asked helplessly.
Zhao Cai and the others nodded in agreement. Wang Yao thought to himself, "There are thirteen Mahayana cultivators here. They are already a powerful force in the Heavenly Court. If they really unite, the Heavenly Court might really have to be hesitant to act rashly."
"This...this must be a propaganda war, right? The work that the labor and management arranged was useless in the foreign countries, but now it's being used on us?" Wang Yao had his own judgment on the many messages that had suddenly spread online.
Lu Bu and Wei Zheng have both entered the fray. That whole "I have a few confidantes" thing must be the work of Hu Fei's rumor propaganda bureau. The fact that my news suddenly went viral online shows that Director Chen of the internet propaganda bureau also played a part… Damn it, I even yelled at him…
Wang Yao wasn't the type of immortal to dwell on trivial matters. Seeing that the Thirteen Sages of the Bamboo Grove, driven by public opinion, might stand up and help him reason with the Heavenly Court, he knew that if he didn't cooperate, he would be making things difficult for himself.
"The matter is actually not complicated. Where would you like to start understanding?" Wang Yao finally asked.
"Where? Of course, the sooner the better. Wei Zheng said you are Xi Fu's apprentice, is that true or not?" Mr. Shan asked, his eyes wide.
“I know that, I know that. The last time he came to visit Xi Fu in prison, it was to see Xi Fu. That’s when Xi Fu died,” Zhao Cai said hurriedly.
"Oh, so what did you do after Xi Fu died?" Mr. Shan continued to ask.
"Clap clap clap... clap clap clap..." Wang Yao was about to answer when suddenly a crisp clapping sound came from all around. He looked at the Thirteen Sages but didn't see them clapping.
"Damn it, who's getting in the way at this hour? Where's Old Ji? Zhao Cai, go check on him," Old Ruan cursed.
Immediately, Zhao Cai reached out and ripped a hole in the garden space, then disappeared in a flash.
The immortals fell silent and waited for a moment. Then the space opened again, but Zhao Cai returned alone. Behind him were three others. Apart from Lao Ji, Wang Yao recognized the other two. One was the Queen Mother of the West, and the other was his cheap father, Ao Guang.
"Good heavens, I've been pestered by this old dragon since early morning, while you all have it so peaceful here. Kid, what's going on with you? Tell your father right now. If you're innocent, I'll go with him to the Heavenly Emperor to plead for you."
As soon as the Queen Mother of the West entered, she hurriedly spoke to Wang Yao.
"Yes, yes, the internet is in an uproar. Some say you were responsible for the nuclear catastrophe in the Ocean Realm, others say you weren't. Some say you should be handed over to the Ocean Realm, others say you should be judged in the Celestial Realm, and still others say you should be rewarded. What... what's going on here?"
"I went to the Heavenly Emperor and the Supreme Lord, but they wouldn't see me. Father, having no other choice, thought that the Queen Mother of the West was the most virtuous and respected, and would be compassionate towards a lowly immortal, so he went to the Queen Mother of the West to plead for you. But... but the Queen Mother of the West insists on knowing the whole story..."
“This…would my son, Ao Guang, do anything wrong? Impossible! We don’t ask for any reward, we just want to be allowed to go home peacefully. We’ll give up our official positions and go back to the East Sea to fish and play in the water, okay? Good son, you must quickly talk to the Queen Mother of the West…”
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