Above the leaden clouds, a pitch-black shadow tore through the air, stopping beside Yun Heng with a violent gale of wind.
In an instant, Li Guitang's tall figure solidified, his face cold and stern.
"How is it?" No emotion could be heard in Yun Heng's voice.
"Heavenly Ruins, ever heard of it?" Li Guitang spoke, his voice deep and solemn.
Yun Heng paused slightly, nodding slowly. "I have some impression of it, having paid attention to it in the past. It seems to be a martial artist mutual aid organization, somewhat similar to the early Martial Arts Alliance, only much more mysterious."
"The Investigation Bureau has investigated them for twenty years."
Li Guitang's expression was grave, his eagle-like eyes piercing. "They've also caught some small fry... but members of this organization, whenever they couldn't endure the interrogation and wanted to spill the truth, would inexplicably lose all related memories."
"We've expended countless manpower and resources, yet we've never been able to unearth their roots."
Saying this, a trace of self-deprecation entered his tone. "I never expected that the heads of both the northern and southern great clans would actually be members of Heavenly Ruins."
Yun Heng finally turned around, his doll-like face filled with astonishment. "How did you find out their identities? And how did you determine that their deaths were related to Heavenly Ruins?"
Li Guitang said, "The Xue Family, affiliates of the Zhou Family, lost a Grandmaster and two Sixth Order members all at once, leaving only a junior who had just broken through to the Third Order as the sole remaining male in the family."
"He completely broke down, and actively ran to the Investigation Bureau to surrender."
"Judging by the look of it, he wanted to use our hands to avenge his family."
"And then?" Yun