Yu Xing's gaze shifted. He drew back all the curse energy that had spilled out, passed through the shadow wall that posed no threat to him, and pushed open the door.
He gave the courtyard a cursory glance and saw that everyone else was waiting there. Zhao Mou's sleeve was rolled up to his elbow, and flecks of blood remained on his exposed forearm.
The refined, courteous "doctor" smiled and casually flexed his fingers when he saw Yu Xing emerge. "You finally came out. I thought you'd fallen asleep in there."
From his tone, he seemed to be in a rather good mood—even though something outside the courtyard was still beating drums and gongs. The eerie waves of sound crashed against the barrier spread by the blood script, making the faint, invisible traces of blood tremble.
The room they had used for questioning was also open. Ren Yi leaned against the doorway, keeping an eye on the three members of the Zhao family inside while also watching what was happening outside the courtyard.
The siren explained to Yu Xing, "Zhao Mou suspected those three were up to no good a long time ago. He said that without an inside traitor, Luo Yan and the Zhao family couldn't have fallen at River Witch's Tower, so he's been questioning them this whole time. Zhao Zhan and the others are really good at keeping up the act. They just won't tell the truth."
If what Yu Xing had been doing was a painstaking operation, then what Zhao Mou had been doing was a battle fought without gunfire.
He knew how difficult it was to pry information out of members of the Zhao family. They had all grown up in the same clan and knew each other's methods inside out. It came down to