When Zhang Zhiwei saw Zhang Chulan being put on the spot, he listened for a moment. As soon as he realized Liao Zhong was giving Zhang Chulan a hard time, he immediately spoke up in his defense.
"That's right. People will die for wealth, just as birds will for food! Those people back then died for the Gas Flow. I don't know what point there is in investigating this so thoroughly."
Liao Zhong knew Old Celestial Master Zhang, so he frowned and said, "Old Celestial Master, the Inhuman world has its own rules. If anyone can kill at will, won't the whole world descend into chaos?"
Zhang Zhiwei said disdainfully, "I don't think you should keep investigating on your own. You'd be better off asking your superiors for instructions.
Everyone knows what happened back then. None of the major sects came forward to pursue the matter. Why are you digging into it? What, are you interested in the Gas Flow too?"
Liao Zhong froze for a moment, then immediately retorted, "Who said I was interested in the Gas Flow? I just want to give the dead an explanation."
Zhang Zhiwei snorted. "In that case, take a look at my junior brother. Someone cut off both his hands and feet. Why don't you find the people who did it for me?"
Liao Zhong glanced at Tian Jinzhong's gloomy expression and furrowed his brow. "If your Dragon Tiger Mountain is willing to hand me the case, I'd be happy to take responsibility for the investigation."
Zhang Zhiwei hadn't expected Liao Zhong to be such a blunt fellow. He turned and called toward the distance, "Daoist Priest Ling Tian, I remember you know this man fairly well. Why don't you have a word with him?"
Following Zhang Zhiwei's gaze, Liao Zhong looked into