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Gu Shenwei recounted how the five swordsmen had borrowed horses, watching the reactions of the six people.

Han Wuxian could never be loyal to anyone. She wanted to reclaim Han Xuan and teach her the secret arts, then kill every traitor in Moonlight Hall. The Dragon King knew her secret, so if the opportunity and benefits arose, she would certainly sell him out.

At that moment, though, she was the calmest of them all. She had no qualms about excluding herself from suspicion and focused on combing her long hair, a faint smile playing on her lips, as if she were thinking of something delightful.

By contrast, Tu Gou was more flustered than anyone else. He was from the Central Plains, and his reasons for following the Dragon King were the flimsiest. He had also spent the least time in the martial world. But that was exactly why his nervousness was understandable: it was the first time in his life that anyone had suspected him to his face.

Tie Linglong was very wary, but not of the Dragon King—of the other five, especially Nie Zeng. She saw herself as the Dragon King's guard, beyond suspicion. But she had been trained by Moonlight Hall and was no longer the utterly innocent little girl she had once been.

Nie Zeng kept his head lowered, the stubborn expression on his face clearly saying, Go ahead and suspect me. I don't care. The thought of revenge had never left his mind. He had studied hard for more than two years, yet the gap between his swordsmanship and the Dragon King's had barely narrowed. Perhaps he was growing tired of it and would rather accept a simple, easy solution.

Shangguan Fei's face turned pale, then red, but he forced himself to meet the Dragon King's