"Fellow Daoist, I am the head of the Liu Family. You may simply call me Liu Hai."
At that moment, a white-haired middle-aged man walked step by step over to Ye Lin and spoke with a smile.
"Senior."
Ye Lin cupped his fists in salute.
The man before him was a genuine Quasi-Saint expert.
"No need to be so polite."
"Fellow Daoist, these are all the members of my Liu Family. Of course, there are still some who are away and cannot return for the time being."
"This is the full roster of my Liu Family. Those whose names are circled have not returned yet. Once they do, I will bring them for you to see."
Taking the booklet Liu Hai handed him and looking over the Liu Family members before him, Ye Lin could not spot anything amiss.
How was he supposed to investigate this?
The information was not even precise.
The Holy Palace envoy's death had happened eighteen years ago.
With eighteen years in between, how was he supposed to investigate it?
He had initially thought that having clues would make things much easier, but now it seemed... the difficulty had immediately shot up.
"Before Fellow Daoist arrived, many Holy Palace envoys had already visited my Liu Family. There were even several Quasi-Saints among them."
"But I say this with complete sincerity: my Liu Family truly has nothing to do with this matter."
Looking at Ye Lin beside him, Liu Hai wore a helpless expression.
Eighteen years—an entire eighteen years.
The Holy Palace had investigated more than a dozen times.
If not for the two years in the middle when no one came.
Their Liu Family would have been the family investigated every single day.
The key was that they truly had not done it.
"I understand. I