Han Zhao sighed with a pained expression. Those who didn't know better would think that he had a good relationship with Ji Qingshuang.
"Whether the truth is true or not remains to be investigated. I hope Sect Master Han will cooperate with us," Ji Zhuling said.
"Of course." Han Zhao's expression was calm.
He did not expect the other party to believe him. In any case, he had already dealt with the battle scene and the corpses. Moreover, it would be abnormal if he could find out the problem after such a long time.
"Hand over the Seven Evil Mask fragment." Ji Zhuling extended her hand. "If you have any requests, we will consider them."
"Then I won't stand on ceremony." Han Zhao took out a metal mask that was half red and half black from the Sumeru Pouch and handed it to Ji Zhuling.
Ji Zhuling took the Seven Evil Mask fragment and examined it in her palm.
