The night deepened.
Within Haotian God Hall, Liang Lingxu had remained silent.
The excitement on Third Elder Ku Zhen's face gradually faded. He probed, "Sect Leader... do you think my proposal is inappropriate?"
Liang Lingxu waved a hand. "Your analysis is sound. There is indeed something wrong with Xiao Jian..."
Ku Zhen's spirits rose. "Then, Sect Leader, you agree that we should capture him and interrogate him?"
"No."
Liang Lingxu shook his head. "Xiao Jian has now gained a firm foothold in the sect and drawn the attention of all. Even some Old Generation Figures regard him quite favorably."
"Without evidence, touching him will inevitably shake the entire sect."
Hearing this, Ku Zhen frowned. "Evidence? Everyone saw what happened today. Why would we need evidence? We're catching a spy, not trying a case!"
Liang Lingxu's gaze was profound. "Everything requires proper justification. You say Xiao Jian is a spy, and that makes him one? At last night's banquet, who failed to see how hostile you were toward Xiao Jian?"
Ku Zhen's expression shifted unpredictably.
Liang Lingxu enunciated each word. "Not to mention the Great Elder watching like a tiger eyeing its prey. If you botch this, do you believe the Great Elder won't kick someone when they're down at the first opportunity and stomp you ruthlessly beneath his feet?"
Ku Zhen drew a sharp breath. Indeed, he had nearly overlooked the Great Elder, that vicious adversary!
Liang Lingxu rose to his full height from his seat, his expression indifferent. "There is no need to be upset over this. Once the storm has passed, find an opportunity to take Xiao Jian out of the sect under the pretext of carrying out a mission."
Ku Zhen's body trembled. He bowed with clasped hands and gladly accepted the order.
The next day,