Fortune, a member of the Sitting Oblivion Path, was dead—murdered.
Could it be... The image of the scholar, Zhuge Yuan, instantly surfaced in Li Huowang's mind. Is it possible? How could that be?
"The Sitting Oblivion Path isn't the only group after the Heart Turbidity! Now, you tell me! Who took it?"
As soon as these words were spoken, Record of Appearance's entire aura changed. His eyes looked as if they would pop from their sockets, and the white powder on his face began to crack inch by inch. He stared daggers at the three pairs of identical twins before him.
Yet, the entire hall remained silent. No one responded to his inquiry.
"Not talking, are we? Fine! Then you're all coming with me back to Capital City! Once we're at the foot of the Imperial City, we'll see if you confess!" Record of Appearance tossed the severed head aside and, filled with rage, turned to leave.
