"Take me to Wei Yan!" he ordered. His voice was quiet, but carried an unquestionable authority.
He had to take back control of the game.
The dungeon.
Wei Yan listened to his subordinate's report with a furrowed brow. Even his eternally cold, stony face had taken on a grave expression.
The demonic sword Start of Spring was no ordinary weapon. If it ran amok in the Capital, the consequences would be unthinkable.
"Seal off the Demon Suppressing Division! No one goes in or out! Investigate every person on duty!" Wei Yan's orders were concise and efficient. "Notify the City Defense Camp. Put the whole city under lockdown and search for—"
Before he could finish, a figure rushed in and interrupted him.
"Lord Wei!"
Ling Zhao had arrived. His clothes were disheveled and his face was pale, but his eyes shone with startling brightness. He stared fixedly at Wei Yan, like a wounded lone wolf.
"My squad nearly got wiped out in the northern frontier because the pills and talismans were tampered with! Now, just after I brought back the clues, the demonic sword guarded by the Demon Suppressing Division has gone missing!"
He advanced toward Wei Yan one step at a time, his presence imposing.
"Lord Wei, don't you think... it's all too much of a coincidence?"
Wei Yan's pupils contracted slightly. He looked at Ling Zhao. The pressure radiating from the young man made him feel a flicker of displeasure.
But he couldn't refute him.
It was too much of a coincidence. Almost as if someone had arranged it all on purpose.
Liu Qing, who had been slumped in a corner and nearly forgotten, heard the words "demonic sword has gone missing." A spark of hope for survival suddenly flared in his despairing eyes.
He scrambled over to