Qi Qingsong's expression was cold and stern.
The doubtful gazes of many people fell on Zhuang Yuyan one by one, all believing she had a major suspicion.
Zhuang Yuyan had not shown her face; no one knew what she was doing in her room, and when everyone was suffering from many strange murders, she had never participated.
When Pang Jian found her, she appeared quite calm and composed.
Now, it was the same.
"Was it you?"
Qi Qingsong asked again.
This question shattered the slight bond that had been formed among everyone through drinking and eating meat not so long ago.
"My master is from Guanghe, and the dispensing and allocation of Sword Tower pills, Spirit Swords, and Spirit Spells are all under my master's control."
