Inside Zixiao Palace.
Faced with the ironclad evidence before him.
The Antarctic Immortal opened his mouth.
This time, he did not answer at once.
Zhao Xuan knew the Antarctic Immortal could still argue.
He could say the Flying Letter could be forged.
He could say the Counterfeit Order could be copied.
He could say someone had stolen and used White Crane's Old Edict.
But those arguments were already useless in Zixiao Palace.
The Gray-Clothed Man was still alive.
Hongjun had already drawn the Yuqing Old Edict out of his Primordial Spirit.
Master Tongtian raised a hand and pointed at the Gray-Clothed Man.
"Speak."
The Gray-Clothed Man lifted his head, his face drenched in sweat.
"It... it was an order from the Jade Emptiness Outer Estate."
"They said that once Chaoge detained Xiqi's envoys, we could light the fire."
"Sound the gong at the North Gate and shout that the Grand Preceptor's Residence had killed the envoys."
"Storm the lodge gates and have people shout that the Interception Sect was meddling in Chaoge."
"Send a Flying Letter to Xiqi, saying Wen Zhong was using the Interception Sect's might to pressure the Feudal Lords' envoys."
"Over at the Northern Border, plant the Counterfeit Order to mobilize the troops."
The more he spoke, the more his voice trembled.
The Antarctic Immortal's expression darkened to the extreme.
Master Tongtian asked:
"Who told you someone would hold Zhao Xuan back in the East Sea?"
The Gray-Clothed Man went rigid.
Hongjun glanced at him.
The last restriction weighing down his Primordial Spirit shattered.
The Gray-Clothed Man screamed, knocking his forehead against the floor.
"It was someone from the Jade Emptiness Outer Estate!"
"They said Martial Uncle Antarctic would go to the East Sea."
"They said that as long as Zhao Xuan was held back, once chaos