Clear Tomb Cemetery was shrouded in a faint golden mist.
"This matter... was roughly like this."
"Cui Zhongcheng" had his hands in his pockets, his voice calm. Just moments ago, he had explained everything that had happened in the outside world to Bai Zhu.
"If there's anything you don't understand, just ask."
Hearing that Gu Shen was still alive, Bai Zhu's expression eased slightly.
But his brows remained tightly furrowed. "How could you be certain that Meng Xizhou... would leave behind such a contingency? She was born in the City of Light and had been steeped in the Light Doctrine since childhood. You entrusted such a crucial part to her?"
Based on what he knew of Turing.
During all these years of traveling Eastern Continent under a false identity, Turing had never revealed who he truly was. He had always played the role of Flower Banner Corporation's butler, "Cui Zhongcheng." This character had been remarkably prominent on Dadu's stage, watched day and night by countless eyes, yet no one had ever detected anything suspicious.
Cui Zhongcheng's past twenty-odd years had been completely transparent, open to investigation at any time.
Turing simply had no time to communicate with Meng Xizhou. At most, he had exchanged brief messages with the Goddess of Western Continent through the Deep Water Zone.
For such a major plan.
He had handed its most important part to a stranger he had never even met?
What if Meng Xizhou had always been Light's informant, or had schemes of her own?
"Among those still alive... you should be the one who understands me best." Turing lowered his eyes and said softly, "There will never be any accidents in what I do. If I entrusted this matter to Meng Xizhou, then it means she would certainly act according to the