"So the Southern Divine Seat had infiltrated this deeply!" I furrowed my brows and snorted coldly. After sensing the Kunpeng and telling it to stand by outside, I took Hua Ran and the Three Heroes of the Underground City and flew out.
Everyone gave a detailed account of what had happened. Zhang Zhenyun's death had also caused several old comrades to fall, making this a terribly costly accident. Still, it was no wonder Li Guxian had flown into a rage. Even if I had been in her place, I would have chosen to strike at Zhang Zhenyun. I might merely have used some other means—at least, I would have acted before Zhang Zhenyun was prepared.
But it was too late to say anything now. Zhang Zhenyun had always harbored rebellious ambitions; it was only that with me around, he had never had the opportunity. That did not mean he could not prepare for rebellion, so cultivating death warriors and colluding with the Southern Divine Seat was hardly surprising.
Still, the more I thought about it, the more something felt off. The Dao Alliance affair was still like trying to glimpse the moon through a fog: I could see its light, but not its form.
"Our intelligence agencies never discovered those death warriors. That was what surprised Sky City the most! So we suspect they were not actually the masterminds. They only wanted revenge, while the Southern Divine Seat not only incited them but truly took part in it. They were the ones stirring up the Dao Alliance!" Hua Ran was no fool.
I nodded and said, "I don't believe our intelligence agencies are useless, either. Zhang Zhenyun did not initially cultivate these death warriors with the intention of rebelling against Sky City. Perhaps his death was what brought all this