The two spoke without the slightest reservation.
They firmly believed that the people of the Witch Era in the ruins could not hear the language of the present age—unless they were communicating mentally. But that required a specific race or someone with exceptionally profound cultivation, and generally required both sides to consent.
Feng Meng, who had been lying there like a corpse, roughly pieced together the cause and effect.
Those two had caught a Witch clansman who was a fraud. After a round of interrogation, the swindler had offered up a great secret of the Hou Yi Tribe to save his own skin. The two had been hiding here because of the swindler's solemn assurances.
Feng Meng had not seen what the swindler looked like, but judging from the voice, he seemed to be some rough man—though he could not understand a word.
"Not them?" Tian Peng was faintly furious. "We spent so much effort and set up so many things, and you're telling me they aren't the ones?"
Shuisheng hunched up in terror and stammered, "It... it really isn't them. You caught the wrong people..."
"Brother Bupo, I told you this guy was a fraud!" Tian Peng sneered. "I think we should just kill him. How could the corpse of the ancient Golden Crow Prince possibly be hidden in this lousy place?"
Jiang Qiyun looked pensively at Shuisheng, but could not tell whether he was angry or calm. "Let me ask you this. If they aren't those two people, why did they appear here? Didn't you say that only the person who could open the secret realm would know how to get here?"
"Ye... yes, that's true." Shuisheng's voice trembled. "But... but I really don't know why it came back as someone else! I remember it was an especially