Zhang Quan was dead. The dead could not testify.
The Iron Corpse had been taken, and the trail had gone cold.
Now they could only start with the traitor from the Little Spirit Hidden Sect.
After thinking it over, Mo Hua ran off to ask Instructor Yan:
"Instructor, do you think that traitor is still in Nanyue City?"
Instructor Yan's gaze flickered, and he sighed.
"I searched for a long time before, but found no clues. Perhaps he's no longer here..."
But Mo Hua shook his head. "Instructor, you lied."
Instructor Yan froze.
Yet Mo Hua looked utterly certain.
Instructor Yan could not help asking, "How did you know I lied?"
"I guessed!"
Mo Hua's voice rang out clear and crisp.
He looked at Instructor Yan with eyes of pure black and white, deep pupils, and a gaze so clear and clean that not a speck of dust could stain it.
Under Mo Hua's gaze, Instructor Yan felt he had nowhere to hide.
He even felt somewhat guilty.
Instructor Yan was silent for a long while, struggling inwardly. In the end, he sighed and said:
"That man really is in Nanyue City..."
"I didn't tell you before, first because I didn't want to drag you into this, and second because it was only my guess. I had no evidence and couldn't be sure."
Mo Hua's eyes brightened slightly, and he hurriedly asked:
"Where in Nanyue City?"
Instructor Yan frowned. "My guess is, the Lu Family."
The Lu Family!
Mo Hua's gaze shifted as he silently pondered.
That traitor was named Shen Cai. Having changed his name and surname, he had likely changed his appearance as well. If he had lurked in Nanyue City, he would most likely have found some faction to rely on.
Being an independent cultivator was impossible.