While waiting, time passed exceptionally slowly.
But thankfully, it finally passed.
When two porters arrived before Zhengsheng Hall carrying a large iron-black chest between them on shoulder poles, everyone knew that half an hour had passed.
The two porters were in excellent spirits, their Dao Essence abundant; both were experts of the Soaring Dragon Realm. Though they carried a chest of considerable weight, they did not even so much as gasp.
Judging by their composed, resolute bearing, they were certainly not of ordinary origin. They were likely elite hands under Chongxuan Sheng.
The evidence they had "carried" up Funing Mountain naturally would not be simple.
"Oh? Your evidence has arrived?"
Zhang Weiyu's expression was calm now.
It was difficult to guess his thoughts from his face.
Chongxuan Sheng did not look at him at all, only saying to Dugu Xiao, "Tingzhang Dugu, Lord Zhang says we should speak with evidence. Then tell him about it!"
Dugu Xiao stepped forward.
Under Zhang Weiyu's gaze, she walked with steady steps.
A large lock hung on the chest. Dugu Xiao took the key from one of the porters and opened it.
Then she lifted the lid.
From within the iron-black chest, she dragged out a person whose hands and feet were bound.
He was a man dressed in utterly ordinary clothes.
There were no visible wounds on him, but his gaze was unfocused and his expression blank. Dragged out of the chest, he merely lowered his head and shut his eyes on instinct.
Though Dugu Xiao's cultivation was not high, dragging a person like this took little effort from her. Grasping his collar, she pulled him straight into Zhengsheng Hall.
This manner of dragging was very much like how Zhang Weiyu had dragged Fan Qingqing earlier.
As she moved forward like this, Dugu