Maybe when Mo Qingshan came to Jingzhou, all this would be answered.
However, what Zhao Ling could not have imagined was that the assassin tonight was not a killer from the Shadowless Sect.
In the dark dungeon of the prefect's mansion, Meng Yuan leaned lazily on the chair, looked at the middle-aged man who was tied to the iron frame and covered in blood, and sneered, "Deputy commander of Yu Linwei? One of the best experts in the country? Rong Yunhe, the emperor's confidant and good general? Or the elder brother of Concubine Rong? Humph, Meng Tianjue is really willing to wager his blood, and actually sent you to the northwest to assassinate this king!"
