"I..."
"Is there something wrong with that organization?" Li Zhongyi asked with a frown, a trace of impatience in his voice.
After pondering for a moment, Yan Se bowed and pleaded guilty. "He Mingchi, the sole disciple of my junior brother, is also implicated in the Restoration Society."
"He Mingchi?" Li Zhongyi was briefly stunned, then smiled. "So that's how it is. No wonder..."
Li Zhongyi froze, then fell silent for a while before saying, "I will send people to investigate this matter. If it proves true, I will handle it personally. It's just that, regarding the Imperial Preceptor..."
"Your Majesty, rest assured. I have already explained it to my junior brother."
"Then I must trouble you, Master."
Haotianism's Southern Gate.
Yan Se found Li Qingshan, but Li Qingshan now looked haggard, without the slightest bearing of an Imperial Preceptor.
"Senior Brother..." At the sight of Yan Se, Li Qingshan immediately rose to his feet. But after kneeling for too long, his legs gave out, and he nearly stumbled to the ground.
"Junior Brother!" Yan Se hurried forward and supported Li Qingshan.
"Thank you, Senior Brother." Li Qingshan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and forced a smile. "Senior Brother, was I truly wrong?"
Yan Se sighed upon hearing this. It seemed that the matter of He Mingchi had dealt Li Qingshan a tremendous blow.
"Junior Brother, don't worry. Perhaps... the intelligence is wrong."
Yan Se could not bear to see his junior brother so heartbroken, so he chose to console him.
"Perhaps." Li Qingshan did not believe it. He knew that if Yan Se had not found evidence, he could never have claimed that He Mingchi had a problem.
That "perhaps" was merely Li Qingshan deceiving himself.
A teahouse somewhere in western Chang'an.
Disguised