"If you have business, then I'll leave first and come bother you again later..." Seeing that a messenger wanted to see me—and that this time it concerned the matter of the Nine Heavens Divine Sword Sect in Wanzhou—Yun Bingxin tactfully decided not to get involved.
"No need. This concerns your Demon Race and the Chanjiao organization of Yuezhou, so there's no need to avoid suspicion." I spoke indifferently. Yun Bingxin stared at me for a while. She had been about to stand, but in the end, she obediently remained kneeling before me.
After I summoned the messenger, he knelt on one knee before me. Naturally, he was no ordinary messenger. He was under Hu Qingya's command, and even his waist token bore the mark of a fox. Among the rebels of Zhongzhou, it was highly recognizable.
The messenger was extremely sharp. Seeing that Yun Bingxin had not left, he knew there was no need to avoid suspicion and said, "Your Majesty Xia, we've made progress on the matter in Wanzhou. Someone did indeed see people dressed in the garb of several famous Daoist sects from Yuezhou slaughtering the cultivators of the Nine Heavens Divine Sword Sect. Some people also escaped. Our intelligence group in Wanzhou is currently following up and searching for them. The boss feels that although they were dressed in Yuezhou attire, that doesn't necessarily mean the Yuezhou Chanjiao organizations were responsible. Of course, we can't say it was the work of the Demon Race either, so we're still investigating as quickly as possible."
"They were dressed in the famous garb of Yuezhou. Did they use the Demon Race's techniques or human techniques? Did anyone identify that?" I asked thoughtfully.
"Well... The cultivator who provided the information was too mediocre in cultivation, so we haven't taken everything he