Guan Yueming's eyes shifted slightly as he pondered Murong's question.
Murong swept her gaze over the three of them and asked with a smile, "Are you preparing some lie to fool me?"
"No, no." Guan Yueming and the other two shook their heads in perfect unison.
"So the question I just asked was too difficult, was it?" Murong looked at Guan Yueming expressionlessly.
Guan Yueming immediately shook his head again. "No..."
Pfft~
A streak of cold light flashed past. One of Guan Yueming's arms flew high into the air, then fell to the ground and shattered with a bang into icy fragments.
At some point, an Ice Sword had appeared in Murong's hand. She looked coldly at Guan Yueming, whose wound had instantly been frozen shut to stop the bleeding, and asked without a ripple in her voice, "Can you answer now?"
"Y-yes." Guan Yueming stammered.
Murong nodded slightly, then turned to Wu Huantai and Liu Quan. "You may answer as well. Whoever gives me the answer I find most satisfactory will be allowed to live.
Begin. If you fail to answer within three seconds, I'll swing my sword once. I wonder how many strikes you can endure."
Having said that, she added, "Start with the question from earlier."
Guan Yueming had no time to think. He immediately answered, "Rare Beast Pavilion has only two leaders. One is the chief leader, which is me, and the other is the deputy leader, which is him."
As he spoke, he pointed at Liu Quan.
Liu Quan nodded in agreement. "That's right. Rare Beast Pavilion has always been managed by him and me."
Murong nodded faintly and pointed at Wu Huantai. "What about him?"
"He..." Guan Yueming fell silent, struggling inwardly.
"One second has already passed," Murong reminded him lightly.
Guan Yueming's heart