In truth, just as Meng Zhao had thought, Eunuch Zhan had indeed regarded Monk Huikong as a key person of interest.
Of course, in his view, this man's suspicions were not particularly great. The Twelfth Prince might not necessarily have been killed by him.
For just as he had previously thought, there existed a rather delicate balance between the Imperial Court and the Pudu Cult.
You're well, I'm well, everyone's well.
If either side broke that balance, the outcome would be hard to predict, and so would the consequences.
With Monk Huikong's cultivation, he naturally posed an enormous threat to the Twelfth Prince, but he should not have been foolish enough to anger the Emperor and the Imperial Court, bringing a catastrophe that could topple the heavens upon the Pudu Cult.
Still, whether he was the killer or not, this man's existence was a threat that required attention—even suppression.
A Celestial Being? Hmph. The Northern Lands absolutely would not permit such an outrageously powerful force to exist.
Having uncovered this man's existence, he would at least have something to report when he returned to Imperial Capital City, and would not be rebuked by the Emperor.
"This man counts as one suspect. Are there any others?"
Eunuch Zhan suppressed the unease in his heart. He was quite curious and expectant, hoping Meng Zhao could continue to bring him surprises.
"Of course there are. And compared to the first two, the third suspect is, in my opinion, even more likely to be the true culprit.
This man is none other than Nangong Yao, once one of the Ten Absolute Masters of the World—the Great Wind Cloud Hand."
Upon hearing Nangong Yao's name, Eunuch Zhan merely frowned slightly, without showing much shock.
After all, the so-called Ten Absolute Masters of the World were