For some reason, Yun Ce didn't look very happy.
But he didn't avoid Shen Tang's probing, puzzled gaze. Instead, he suddenly loosened his collar and pulled it down, then turned around. "In my sect, all disciples who enter the sect have the same mark tattooed on them as an insignia. It's just that this general has never seen these people before..."
Most of his clothes pooled around his waist like clouds.
As Yun Ce turned, Shen Tang saw that his back, its muscles rising and falling beneath the skin, was covered not only in scars but also a tattoo about the size of a knuckle. The tattoo was exactly the same as the one on the corpse, and it also matched the pattern on the cloth in her hand.
She couldn't help exclaiming in surprise, "So Zigu has one too?"
Yun Ce nodded. "Mm."
Afraid that Shen Tang wouldn't believe him, he explained again, "Zigu and I belong to the same sect. There are few people in it, and most of us are orphans our teacher picked up while traveling. We've never seen any of the people lying here. We were going to write our teacher a letter and ask whether he had any enemies impersonating his disciples to ruin his reputation, but the military counselor said this was the Assembly of Gods."
More specifically, it was the Assembly of Gods' academy emblem.
For now, Yun Ce had to put aside the idea of writing to ask.
He had to get to the bottom of this and clear his teacher's name.
Shen Tang raised an eyebrow. "Which military counselor?"
Yun Ce's gaze swept across everyone present.
Shen Tang: "..."
She didn't know much about the Assembly of Gods. All she knew was that during the previous great battle, a Sixteenth