In the little courtyard, moonlight flowed like water.
Zhou Yunhe sat across the stone table from Li Yun and poured him a cup of tea.
"Young Master Li, what do you make of what happened tonight?"
He spoke casually, as though they were merely chatting.
"What do I make of it? I watched it sitting down, of course!"
Li Yun lifted his cup and took a small sip. His tone was even more casual than Zhou Yunhe's, almost dismissive.
Zhou Yunhe had run into a brick wall. He gave an awkward smile.
"Young Master Li... Tonight's incident was strange. I'd like to hear your thoughts."
"What thoughts could I have?"
"Isn't it as obvious as a louse on a bald monk's head? Someone's stirring up trouble!"
"Don't tell me you can't see that, Platform Master Zhou."
"Ah, Mr. Li is sharp indeed. Then I'll stop beating around the bush."
He set down his cup and said gravely, "You didn't kill Yan Shan. I've known that from the beginning."
Li Yun raised an eyebrow but said nothing.
Zhou Yunhe continued, "I said what I did in the Council Hall and put you 'under control' for two reasons: to shut those people up and to lull the real killer into a false sense of security."
He paused, his gaze deepening.
"I suspect the real killer is hiding among those Grandmasters."
Li Yun set down his cup, his expression unchanged. "Do you have a suspect, Platform Master Zhou?"
Zhou Yunhe shook his head. "No. But I'm certain the killer was among those present tonight. Yan Shan died today, right under the True Martial Platform's nose, and the manner of his death imitated your saber technique. This wasn't done on a whim. It was carefully planned."
Li Yun curled his lip in disdain. Imitated