"Was it you?!"
After recognizing the newcomer, Liang Zhan's heart trembled.
Eight direct disciples guarded the area around the Medicine Valley!
He could not imagine how this man had slipped inside without making a sound.
"Guards—"
Liang Zhan shouted while raising the sword in his right hand, trying to fight back.
Bang—
He had barely raised his hand when another bolt of black lightning struck, shooting through his wrist and pinning it to the wall. His longsword fell from his hand with a clatter, and he completely lost the ability to resist.
"Brother Chen!"
Liang Zhan forced a smile at the masked man before him, though it looked somewhat twisted from the searing pain. "Brother Chen, there's no need to make such a huge fuss, is there?"
"Cut the crap!"
Chen Sanshi tore off his mask.
In truth, his weapon was far too conspicuous. Wearing a mask made little difference.
The only safe method was to clean up everything thoroughly.
He fired another arrow into Liang Zhan's left hand and said, "From now on, whatever I ask, you answer!"
The matter was far too complicated.
Just eavesdropping on a few scattered words was not enough to grasp the full picture.
He still needed to keep someone alive and question him first.
"Ah—"
Liang Zhan shook all over in an involuntary tremor of agony. He repeatedly begged for mercy. "Brother Chen! Ask whatever you want. I will tell you everything I know without holding back!"
"Good!"
Chen Sanshi asked, "Is the immortal treasure in Xiang Tingchun's hands? Is he using it to threaten you into donating military supplies to the Thousand Household Office?"
"How did you know?"
Liang Zhan was badly wounded, cold sweat covering his forehead. "You're right."
Chen Sanshi asked, "What exactly is this immortal treasure?"
Liang Zhan said