In the deep hall, only Qin An and Guo Jinfa stood facing each other.
The night breeze gently blew, bringing the moist chill into the hall.
After Guo Jinfa spoke, the silence in the hall became even deeper.
Qin An squinted his eyes and lightly stroked the black knife at his waist: "It was forged by Ge Feng."
Upon hearing this, Guo Jinfa shook his head with a bitter smile: "You brat, even now you refuse to admit it. I've already erased the traces for you; you should be thanking me."
Qin An slightly raised his sharp eyebrows but remained silent.
Seeing this, Guo Jinfa, regardless of whether Qin An admitted it or not, continued, "I can cover for you for a while, but it's hard to conceal forever. This matter might bring disaster."
Qin An asked in a deep voice, "Why?"
Guo Jinfa sighed heavily: "Do you know why the main province insists on refining the Yang Elixir?"
Qin An pondered briefly and said, "To break away from the shackles above."
