"Perhaps they're simply hiding in some deserted corner. Of course they wouldn't expose themselves so easily. That means they're still afraid of Han Patrol Envoy," Zhao Zijun said thoughtfully.
In a corner, Jing Chen, who had remained silent for a long time, quietly listening to everyone argue, suddenly emerged from the shadows.
Noticing this, Jing Zhaowu looked over. "Deputy General Jing Chen, do you have any leads?"
"To be frank, everyone, my Imperial Father and the other great figures have already deduced the culprit's identity in the theft of Qianfeng's divine treasury ore. They're almost certainly right," Jing Chen said, his gaze sharpening.
"What?"
"Who was it?"
Everyone slapped the table and rose to their feet, their pupils trembling.
"It's connected to Li Tianming, the current Top Scholar of the Myriad Sects Imperial War."
"What? Him?" Even Jing Zhaowu's gaze wavered.
"Yes. That's why I suspect what happened here might also be connected to him," Jing Chen said, his gaze cold and stern.
"Impossible. He doesn't have that kind of nerve."
"Besides, Beacon Ruins is so far from here. He's probably been busy choosing a faction lately. He wouldn't have time to come out and stir up trouble."
Quite a few rejected the idea. They might have believed the Myriad Realms Heavenly Emperor's conjecture about Heavenly Treasury Province, but their attitude toward the Myriad Realms Divine Treasury Mine was entirely different.
Of course, some also frowned, seriously considering the possibility.
Jing Zhaowu remained silent, his fingers twitching against the armrest as he frowned in thought.
The lack of clues had left him utterly overwhelmed, yet there was nothing he could do. Li Tianming had simply done everything too perfectly, leaving no traces.
And so, the meeting ultimately produced no clear conclusion.
News of the disappearance of hundreds of thousands