Beitang Ang was persuaded by Meng Zhao as well. After considering it in secret, he felt that this was indeed possible—and highly likely at that. The Yangwu Army had originally been formed to guard against the Pudu Cult and the Plainclothes Alliance. Now that the Pudu Cult had struck first and felled a great general, it was only to be expected.
The only thing he could not understand was how the Pudu Cult's people had managed to pinpoint Zhu Xie Chiri's whereabouts so precisely and assassinate him.
"Very well. I will gather the elders of our city and investigate the true culprit together.
"When the time comes, Young Master Meng must also contribute more effort. Let us resolve this matter as soon as possible and clear your name."
Just as Gu Ziling was about to say something, he saw that everyone around him had fallen silent, tacitly accepting Beitang Ang's decision. His heart went cold. He was in a foreign land, isolated and helpless, his martial prowess weak—wasn't his life in danger at any moment?
From the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Zhu Xie Chiri. Even in death, the man still radiated a grim, frigid, merciless aura, as savage as an Asura emerging from a sea of blood. Even this genius general had died here. If he still failed to recognize his own position and did something foolish, this man would become his warning from the past.
Anger intertwined with his fear of death, yet in the end, the latter prevailed. He fell silent.
Meng Zhao smiled modestly, bowed to Beitang Ang, and said,
"Your Highness is wise. General Zhu Xie Chiri's assassination was an act of provocation against our Great Yong. This evil wind must not be allowed to spread. Thus, everyone in the Meng Family