District Chief's Suspicion

"Who taught you this cultivation technique?"

Wang Ye looked calmly at the District Chief and asked mildly.

But unexpectedly, the District Chief was ruthless too. Even after being instantly defeated by Wang Ye, he showed no fear and stared straight at him. "Heh, you can try killing me."

"Alright."

Wang Ye nodded seriously, tossed the stick in his hand onto the coffee table, then drew his Ghost Messenger Blade and slashed it down toward the man's neck. Accompanied by a chilling whistle of wind, he clearly was not putting on a show.

This strike was aimed at taking his life.

"It was someone wearing a mask, around six feet tall."

"Their voice had been altered. It was a fake voice, so I couldn't tell whether they were male or female. But since they deliberately obscured their voice, I guessed they were most likely a woman."

"I tracked them before, but I was shaken off within minutes every time. They had no intention of killing me, though. Clearly, I was useful to them—or perhaps just a pawn."

The District Chief, who had been ready to die rather than submit a second ago, immediately sped up after seeing that Wang Ye was not joking at all. He spilled everything he knew in one breath.

Clearly, he had conducted his own investigation into that person.

And his account was well-organized.

The Ghost Messenger Blade still came down, but it skimmed past the edge of his neck and struck the coffee table instead, cleaving the expensive table cleanly in half.

Yet the sharp aura carried by the blade still left a faint cut on the District Chief's neck. A bead of blood began to trickle down, but the wound quickly healed under his body's natural regenerative ability.

Even so, the District Chief could not