At that moment, Flowing Cloud Sword Sect.
The mountain peaks were precipitous, shrouded in swirling clouds and mist.
On a sword pavilion stood two figures.
"Are you sure you've investigated it thoroughly? Is that Lin Fan really a spy for our sword sect?"
"We checked. He probably isn't."
"What do you mean, 'probably isn't'? Is he or isn't he?"
"Please forgive me, Great Elder. In the past, our sword sect dispatched over a hundred spies to infiltrate the Blood Demon Sect. Quite a few of them communicated through one-way channels, and some of the disciples responsible for those channels have already fallen. So we have little means of confirming Lin Fan's identity with certainty."
The elder in charge of the sword sect's intelligence said this with sweat pouring down his face.
"So you're saying that Lin Fan really might be a spy for our sword sect?"
"Yes."
"We must proceed with caution. Have the spies still lurking in the Blood Demon Sect approach Lin Fan. We must uncover his true identity."
"And we must also find out what the Blood Demon Sect intends to do!"
As the two spoke, a disciple suddenly came from outside to report, "Great Elder, Miss Feng Ling requests an audience."
"Feng girl?" An old man snorted. "That girl isn't cultivating in her cave abode but has come to see this old man. What could she want? Go tell her I'm busy right now. We'll talk another day when I have time."
The disciple hurriedly said, "Miss Feng Ling says she knows that Lin Fan and may be able to provide the sect with some information."
The two inside the sword pavilion exchanged glances. After pondering for a moment, the old man immediately said, "If that's the case, let her come see me."
He wore a