Guan Yue's question immediately darkened Qian Gu Dongfeng's expression.
More than once.
What did Guan Yue mean by that? How much did he want to know?
For his judgment, were they going to dig up every stain from his entire life?
"What was that research institute on Heaven Dou Continent for?"
Guan Yue asked.
Qian Gu Dongfeng was still unaccustomed to being interrogated like this, but he was constantly reminded of the current situation.
Patiently, he said, "It was a laboratory developing a forbidden drug. It was a collaboration once sought by Ghost Emperor of the Holy Spirit Cult."
He paused, worried whether Guan Yue would believe him, then said helplessly, "Although Evil Soul Masters were involved and frequently interacted with those pharmacists, no one has died in this project since it began. Moreover, none of the drugs we produced have ever appeared in society."
A trace of confusion flashed through Guan Yue's eyes.
He could sense the helplessness in Qian Gu Dongfeng's words. Genuine helplessness.
It was utterly unreasonable, but if you didn't believe it, there was nothing else he could do to explain it.
It was true.
Yu Guan Zhi, who had been listening to Guan Yue's questioning from the side, raised an eyebrow.
Drugs?
"Could it be some drug meant to wipe out human Soul Masters? Once they accumulated enough of it, they could massacre entire cities without even needing to waste Soul Power?"
Yu Guan Zhi's speculation caught Guan Yue's attention.
Then Qian Gu Dongfeng denied it.
"Tranquilizers. I already said it—their research was on sedation, suppressing all emotional fluctuations so they could think in the most rational state possible!"
He emphasized it with extreme seriousness.
"That was the Holy Spirit Cult's requirement, and it was also our requirement for the pharmacists. On top of that,