Li Qingyan's words landed like an ultimatum, each one carrying weight.
The Grandmasters in the courtyard exchanged glances. They were still unwilling to accept it, but with a Martial King having spoken, who dared question him?
The middle-aged Grandmaster gritted his teeth and cupped his hands. "Since the Inspector has spoken, we'll wait three days. After that, if the True Martial Platform still can't give us an explanation..."
He left the rest unsaid, but his meaning could not have been clearer.
Li Qingyan gave him a cool glance. "In three days, I'll give everyone an explanation. Now leave."
Only then did the Grandmasters begin to disperse.
As they left, many still glared fiercely at Li Yun, as though they had already decided he was the killer.
Li Yun's expression did not change. He stood with his hands behind his back, calmly surveying the bodies strewn across the ground.
Li Qingyan walked up to him and looked him over. "You're remarkably composed."
"It wasn't me," Li Yun said evenly. "Why should I panic?"
Li Qingyan smiled without saying more, then turned to Zhou Yunhe. "You have three days. You'd better make good use of them."
With that, his figure vanished into the night.
Only Zhou Yunhe, Li Yun, and a few True Martial Platform disciples remained in the courtyard.
Zhou Yunhe looked at the bodies and let out a long sigh. He could no longer hide the exhaustion on his face.
"Sorry you had to endure this tonight, Young Master Li," he said with a rueful smile.
Li Yun shook his head. "There's no need for that, Platform Master Zhou. What matters now is finding the real killer."
Zhou Yunhe nodded, his gaze turning grave. "Rest assured. I'll get to the bottom of this."
But the situation proved far more