"Six Paths?"
The deathly silent Crossroads Corner was abruptly torn apart by a piercing cry.
Xu Xiaoshou stared at Dao Qiongchang, who was still waving the token in his hand with a faint smile at the corners of his lips. For some reason, he felt as though Shen Yi had punched his soul apart.
—I'm splitting apart! "You're saying that you're Saint Slave's elusive old... Sixth Seat? The Saint Slave where Ba Zunan and Wuxiu are?"
"Because you ranked 'sixth,' then took the character 'dao' and casually pieced them together into a codename... Six Paths?"
Dao Qiongchang nodded and softly hummed in acknowledgment.
"You also said Haitang'er was in the north, Black-and-White Yezi in the south, Xiao Kongtong in the east, Wuxiu in the center, while the others might have had other Seats assisting them. Only Saint Slave's Sixth Seat was alone in charge of the Western Region?"
"Saint Slave's intelligence organization in the Western Region was called Desert Ridge, and Saint Slave's Sixth Seat, 'Six Paths,' held full command over it, with the authority to execute first and report afterward?"
Dao Qiongchang nodded again, holding the token with a smile and saying nothing.
"You also said you had long known about Fen Qin's headquarters on Heting Mountain. If Gou Wuyue had not stumbled upon it by accident, you would have kept one eye open and one eye shut, pretending not to see it."
"It wasn't because you were nurturing Saint Slave to oppose the Ancestor Gods. It was because you yourself had always been a member of Saint Slave—Wuxiu out in the open, and you, Six Paths, in the shadows?"
Dao Qiongchang finally laughed soundlessly, but countered with a question. "Otherwise, did you think Fen Qin could really stay hidden beneath this Hall Master's very nose? Where in the