The old man on the screen was none other than Zhu Tianlong. His gaze fixated on Yun Lintian's face in the Nantian Fengyu livestream.
He zoomed in a few times, his certainty solidifying with each attempt. Coupled with Lynn's presence, there was no room for doubt that it was Yun Lintian.
"How?" Zhu Tianlong muttered in confusion.
The middle-aged man, Qu Yin, spoke quickly. "Our men were unable to approach his grave. It seems General Li is behind this."
"Li Zong?" Zhu Tianlong frowned immediately. "Why is that old man meddling again?"
"I'm afraid it's because he learned about Yun Lintian," Qu Yin said with a serious expression. "News also arrived that he's on his way here."
Zhu Tianlong set the tablet down, leaning back in his chair as he tapped his finger rhythmically.
"This is not a good sign, Sir," Qu Yin said cautiously. "General Li seems quite determined. It will be difficult to move our people."
