"So the saying goes, a disaster leaves its mark for a thousand years!"
Qin Baihuang leaned over the jade desk, moving closer, "What if, just what if Xie Xuanyi isn't dead?"
But Chen Jingxuan only remained silent.
"Chen Jingxuan, stop pretending. I know you care a lot about Xie Xuanyi."
Qin Baihuang noticed Chen Jingxuan's peculiarity and said with a frown, "I've always thought that once you succeeded the State Preceptor and took his place, you would start to settle the old cases from ten years ago—now you're just one step away from the title of 'State Preceptor,' and the Primordial Instrument is already in your hands, what exactly are you waiting for?"
Chen Jingxuan was forced into a corner, locking eyes with Qin Baihuang.
He opened his mouth.
In the end, unusually, he couldn't speak.
"I come to you today, asking for your help, not to overturn a verdict. I just want to know, where on earth did that guy Xie Xuanyi die."
