Maybe when Mo Qing Shan came to Jingzhou, all this would be answered.
However, what Yang Yiting 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 Rong Linwei? One of the best experts in the country, and the emperor's confidant and good general? You're also the elder brother of the emperor's concubine, Rong Yue? Humph, Meng Tian Jue is really willing to wager his own relatives, and actually sent you to the northwest to assassinate me?"
