Zhang Quan died, leaving no proof behind.
The Iron Corpse was stolen, and the clues stopped there.
Now, the only option was to start with the traitor from the Minor Hidden Spirit Sect.
Mo Hua thought for a moment, then ran off to ask Instructor Yan:
"Instructor, do you think that traitor is still in South Yue City?"
Instructor Yan's gaze flickered, and he sighed:
"I've been searching for quite some time with no leads. Perhaps he's no longer here..."
Mo Hua shook his head, "Instructor, you're lying."
Instructor Yan was stunned for a moment.
But Mo Hua appeared certain.
Unable to resist, Instructor Yan asked, "How do you know I'm lying?"
"I guessed!"
Mo Hua's voice rang out clearly.
He looked at Instructor Yan with eyes clear and unclouded, the pupils deep and pure, unsullied by even a speck of dust.
Being seen with such a gaze by Mo Hua, Instructor Yan felt he couldn't hide anything.
Even guilt arose in his heart.
