Xu Yinyin's heart skipped a beat. She vaguely guessed that something must have happened inside Zhaoyu Tower. But on the night before last, both their actions and her comings and goings had been watched by the two Guard Disciples and recorded. There was no room to lie.
"Yes." She honestly nodded. "That's right. Something like that happened."
"During that time," Yun Zishan pressed on, her gaze fixed firmly on Xu Yinyin, "did you leave by yourself for a while, leaving Advisor alone in the dungeon inside the tower?"
Xu Yinyin's heart sank. She forced herself to stay calm and quickly recalled what had happened. Knowing she couldn't hide it, she answered truthfully, "Yes... I did leave for a little while in the middle, to get some Spirit Fruits the boss needed for his experiments. But it was only a short time, not even as long as it takes an incense stick to burn..."
Just then, a streak of Sword Light raced over from the distance. Qiao Bin rode his Flying Sword down in a somewhat hurried landing. He looked far less composed than Yun Zishan. Fine beads of sweat covered his forehead, and even the hand he used to wipe them with his sleeve trembled slightly. His eyes were full of poorly concealed panic.
"Hall Master, we have a conclusion..."
Early that morning, when a disciple found the Undercover Agent's corpse, he was scared out of his wits. He scrambled out of the passage and urgently reported it. The news passed up the chain, reaching Yun Zishan as quickly as possible just after she had finished her morning cultivation.
To be fair, the mad Undercover Agent was no longer of much value to Yun Zishan. Yang Ning had already extracted the information they needed by means so incredible they