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Could it be—was it the Divine Envoy's initiative, or the instruction of the governor of Shazhou?
What were their objectives? Were they, like the inspector, after the heirlooms of Limitless Saber Venerable Du Zunlong, or were they involved in a dynastic struggle, harbouring other designs?
Besides, Zhang Zhili's mind brimmed with countless other questions.
How did Lin Twelve manage to convince an extraterritorial Heavenly Demon to cooperate, and how did he anticipate their prison break?
For a time, myriad thoughts arose chaotically in his mind, muddling his ability to understand.
Zhang Zhili immediately suppressed these thoughts and turned his gaze sharply around: "Find those bastards from Wang City for me! We need to capture a few alive."
Zhang Zhili had to figure out exactly how Zhu Huaimeng died! Was it a true death or a feigned one?
They couldn't just withdraw in confusion.
