Within the Lost Forest, on the ruins of the altar, Yin Tian was held by the throat by Gongshu Pan, his feet dangling in the air. Listening to Gongshu Pan's words, his thin lips curl into a smirk.
He did not speak, nor was he likely to answer Gongshu Pan's question.
Gongshu Pan, with his dark face, looked at him with a cold gaze, said, "I didn't expect you to answer me immediately, but you can rest assured, I have ways to uncover your identity. The Demon Sect has the power to exhaust all possibilities in our investigation."
Lu Xun and the others flew onto the ruins, standing behind Gongshu Pan, their eyes coldly observing Yin Tian.
Mao Nanbei was perched on Lu Xun's shoulder, her back slightly arched.
If she hadn't temporarily lost her Cultivation Base, she would probably have jumped off and slashed him twice to vent her anger.
"Younger Nephew Gongshu." Lu Xun called out.
"What can I do for you, Uncle?" Gongshu Pan asked.
