Shen Qinghe did not expect Yan Changsheng to stand up and speak for her, her irony tinged with a smirk, "You are so brazen because you are convinced I have no evidence. Nan Sheng, do you dare make a sworn oath before everyone?"
Nan Sheng sneered back, "You're being utterly unreasonable!"
"Do you dare to curse yourself and say if you stole my secret manual, you will be struck down by karmic retribution and go mad and become obsessed?" Shen Qinghe pressed forward toward Nan Sheng, her gaze as fiery as flames.
Nan Sheng took an involuntary step back, her guilt avoiding Shen Qinghe's burning stare.
Shen Qinghe let out a cold laugh, "It seems you are indeed guilty and dare not make the oath…"
"Who says I don't dare? I swear here and now, if I stole your secret manual, I will certainly go mad and become obsessed!" Nan Sheng, provoked by Shen Qinghe, retorted angrily.
After all, she wasn't the one who had stolen Shen Qinghe's secret manual. Why would she fear making the oath?