Ye Feng looked coldly at Jiang Haoyuan and his group, "This is because you all have guilty consciences, taking my novel and cultivating as if it were a secret manual. It's your own stupidity, and you blame me? If you had been truly righteous, would this have happened? All of this is self-inflicted, what does it have to do with me?"
Afterward, Ye Feng handed their photocopies to the surrounding students, "Fellow students, take a look for yourselves. This is just one of my novels, which they took to cultivate like a secret manual. Can you still blame me for that? Let me ask you, if I just gave a novel to someone, claiming it was a cultivation manual, would you still cultivate it after seeing the content?"
Then, everyone looked at the Eight Desolates Heartless Skill; it was indeed a novel, and anyone with a bit of sense could see that.
"It really is a novel!" the crowd nodded in agreement.
