The atmosphere inside the central army command tent was taut as drawn bows, with two vast, sea-like terrifying auras confronting each other needle to needle.
Hu Yanji's gaze was icy, and displeasure flickered in his eyes as he stared coldly below the tent.
"Rashid, this is Jushi City, not the Western Border of your Heavenly Net Sect..."
The broad robes around Rashid's powerful frame billowed, wisps of black mist continuously churning in his eyes. Anger showed on his face, but soon, the surging aura around him abruptly vanished without a trace, as though it had never existed.
The black mist in his eyes receded, and a faint smile appeared on his face.
"Why must General Hu Yan be angered? Our sect merely wished to ask for some information. We will not do anything to this young friend. The fighting at the front is urgent now—why would I take the initiative to undermine this alliance?"
As he spoke, he reached out and lightly patted Lin Sheng's shoulder.
"Our sect merely saw that this young friend possessed extraordinary talent and exceptional character, and wished to test him a little."
Watching Rashid's palm, covered in strange black tattoos, fall upon his shoulder, Lin Sheng frowned slightly. He stepped back and spoke respectfully.
"Sect Master Rashid, I too am deeply grieved by what happened to Holy Son Kamra. Rest assured, if there is anything you require Li to cooperate with in the investigation, Lin will never refuse!"
His words were heartfelt, and his face was filled with sincerity.
"Good, good, good... What a good child..."
Upon hearing Lin Sheng's words, the smile on Rashid's face stiffened. The corner of his mouth twitched, and he slowly nodded with narrowed eyes.
"Enough. Rashid, there is nothing for you here. Go back. But let me remind you