As soon as these words were spoken, the hall fell silent.
Several dozen copper-made waist badges glinted coldly under the candlelight.
The mountain patrolling officers shot glances like lightning, each with different expressions in their eyes.
Some were clouded with suspicion, while others were deep in thought.
A few appeared unaffected, as calm as an ancient well.
Qin An tapped his chin lightly, pondering the strangeness of the matter.
As he knew, the Profound Sun Sect Leader was poisoned with Thousand-legged Centipede's venom, and should be hanging by a thread.
Now, the news from Liao Yang indicated that the Sect Leader had secluded himself for cultivation, handing over all authority to the elder.
This was indeed peculiar.
The strangest point was that the Profound Sun Sect Leader shouldn't be in seclusion.
Especially at this moment.
