"Old Marshal suspects you?" Zhang Yuanqing asked in surprise.
After all, Star Lord was not a fallen one. Before the battle for the Light Compass, he had not even made contact with the Demon Seeds of the Free Covenant. In other words, there was nothing wrong with him, either internally or externally.
Why would Old Marshal suspect Star Lord of being a fallen one for no reason at all?
Star Lord spoke slowly and evenly, with the unhurried air of a tea party:
"Any Spirit Realm Walker with sufficient experience knows that the Lunar Moon restrains the stars, but few realize that a Scout's 'Insight Art' also restrains the stars.
"I don't know whether you've heard this saying: no one can lie before the Marshal!
"For the past sixty years, I secluded myself in the Spirit Realm and rarely ventured out. On one hand, I was deliberately concealing my abilities; on the other, I was minimizing contact with Old Marshal. The Lunar Moon can block the deductions of the Stargazing Art, while Insight Art can see through my arrangements and moves.
"But sometimes, deliberate avoidance itself suggests a guilty conscience. Besides, no matter how carefully some of my schemes were hidden, he still noticed clues."
Zhang Yuanqing asked, "Such as?"
Star Lord raised his eyes to look at him and said meaningfully, "Such as the mastermind behind Huo Zhengkui's assassination—the case you are currently investigating."
Zhang Yuanqing immediately narrowed his eyes. In the past, he would have been struck dumb with realization, his face filled with shock, and exclaimed, You old bastard, so you were the mastermind all along! No wonder I could never find you.
But now, he merely felt a sense of so that was it. He was not particularly shocked or surprised.
"You assassinated Huo Zhengkui to