That's right. The sword Fu Qian had said he'd seen before was the reward the Night Watcher had given her.
Liu Shuang had merely covered her face with a piece of cloth. She hadn't changed her appearance or voice, and even the weapon she carried was conspicuously distinctive.
But that didn't mean she was being careless. Whatever her reasons, one shouldn't forget that the weapon could make up for the gap in strength, especially for someone relatively weak like her.
Besides, it had been part of the Night Watcher's collection for a long time. There probably weren't many who could recognize it at a glance—unless they drew it and tried it out a few times.
After all, its defining trait was that its weight increased rapidly over time once it was drawn. Anyone who'd heard about that could probably make the connection—
"Nice sword. Thanks for cooperating."
But then, something astonishing happened. After casually handling it, Wen Li hesitated briefly. She didn't draw the sword at all, but simply returned it.
She seemed very cautious.
The victim had been willing to cooperate, yet she'd backed off. That was a little strange.
Still, they were partners handcuffed together, so Fu Qian understood the scene.
Was Liu Shuang suspicious?
Everyone sitting here was suspicious. A slightly cooperative attitude or an obviously youthful voice was nowhere near enough to dispel that.
But that was the problem: with so many people looking suspicious, could she really clear them all?
Miss Wen seemed assertive, but on closer inspection, her situation wasn't actually very promising.
No matter how they seemed, the people from the Dark Holy See were all but proven to have bad intentions.
And the others who'd come along for the ride with her were hardly reliable, either.
In this situation, did she really