"I don't know either."
The man in red rotated his hand and said slowly,
"I'm just following orders."
"You're quite frank."
Fang Shuwen smiled.
"There's nothing that can't be said to a man who's about to die."
The red-robed man's tone was casual, as if the person beside him wasn't a living, breathing man, but a corpse that had been dead for a long time.
Fang Shuwen then said,
"Since there's nothing that can't be said, why don't you tell me where this Divine Fire Seal came from?"
"And who are you people?"
"Oh, right. Back at Zhuji Pavilion, I managed to squeeze six words out of that man in black."
"...What words?"
"Wanli Jing, the sovereign on the throne."
Fang Shuwen spread his hands.
"Since I'm about to die anyway, why don't you tell me what those six words really mean?"
"I can't say."
The red-robed man's reply was swift, but it wasn't the answer Fang Shuwen wanted to hear.
Fang Shuwen scoffed.
