As soon as I finished speaking, Murano Mita, wrapped in the green mist before me, froze on the spot.
As the green mist churned, a wrinkled old face vaguely emerged within it.
A pair of green eyes stared fixedly at me by the riverbank as she said:
"Hmph! Don't forget, I've been undercover in the Secret Bureau for twenty years.
"They died because their whereabouts were exposed.
"They were killed by the Southern and Southwestern divisions..."
I gave a cold laugh.
"No. They all died by my hand."
I wore an arrogant, disdainful expression.
"By your hand?"
She seemed somewhat surprised.
Though Murano Mita had become the deputy leader of a team in the Northeast Secret Bureau, she was only a field investigator.
Her authority was limited, and she was stationed far away in the Northeast.
Unless the Secret Bureau issued a full notification, there was no way she would know those internal details...
"Of course they died by my hand. Let's start with that Kudo Shinji!
"He was supposedly some genius onmyoji of yours? He was nothing but trash. In Black Cloud Valley, Guizhou Province, he couldn't even last three moves against me before I killed him like a chicken.
"Our informant went through quite a bit of trouble to send out that intelligence..."
I was exaggerating a little.
Back in Guizhou Province, after finding the Huang Family's gathering place in Black Cloud Valley, the young onmyoji Kudo Shinji I faced had indeed been formidable. Zhang Yuchen and I had killed him together.
I was only saying this deliberately to stall for time.
As for the so-called "informant," I had made that up.
Her expression darkened after hearing me.
"An informant..."
There was doubt in her voice as her eyes narrowed.
I continued, "Of course we have an informant.