The night was deep, but Golden Sand Castle was brightly lit.
Miao Feng sat in the master's seat, his expression so dark it seemed to drip with gloom.
Seated across from him was a man in his forties—his sworn brother, Ji Qixuan, with whom he had co-founded Golden Sand Castle.
Ji Qixuan slowly set down his teacup and shook his head. "We've searched everywhere, inside and outside the castle, both overtly and covertly. There isn't a single clue. Let it go."
He looked at Miao Feng, his expression complicated.
Based on what he had learned, the bizarre disappearance of Miao Zhicheng and his entourage, and the gruesome deaths of those experts from the Earth Element Sect... the scene was wiped clean with Corpse-Dissolving Powder. Such methods were anything but ordinary.
While he didn't believe Chen Qing of the Wutai Sect had the skill to pull it off alone, the matter was undoubtedly connected to him, and perhaps even his master-uncle, Shen Xiuyong.
