The two returned to the spacious hall. Ulysses's words were filled with confidence, and indeed, he had every right to be confident, even arrogant. To effortlessly resolve the divine spell known as the Presumption of Innocence—very few Transcendents in this world could achieve such a feat.
Yet Fangsheng paid no attention to Ulysses's words whatsoever. His expression remained calm, without the slightest ripple, and his entire focus was concentrated on the Occam's Razor in his hand, that legendary sword of righteous judgment.
Fangsheng's reaction made Ulysses pause slightly. Then his gaze followed Fangsheng's line of sight, finally landing upon the incomparably sharp longsword.
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