On the city walls of Liang Province City.
Si Wuya stood by Jiang Aijian's side.
Jiang Aijian stood with slouching shoulders, making him look lazy. "Your thinking of driving a wedge between them was brilliant. Grand shaman Bazir has died. Have your men ever sent you false information? After all, the hearts of men are easily swayed..."
"There can't be false information… Did I tell you that I have only one source?" Si Wuya asked.
"…" Jiang Aijian gave him a thumbs-up.
Si Wuya had experienced many similar setbacks when he established Darknet many years ago. Naturally, he had devised his own countermeasures. With this, he was very confident in the precision of his information.
"However, Bazir's death was slightly too sudden. No signs of him were left on the site. My men don't have the ability to observe the past like the shamans," Si Wuya said.
"What are you worried about?"
