Suspicion Flickers, Deduction Third

"One must never harbor the intent to harm others, but one must never be without vigilance against them either."

"Even if everything you say now is true, no one knows whether you might change your mind."

"There is no trust between us, so naturally, we must each rely on our own methods."

Li Qing nodded slightly at those words. "Master speaks wisely. You have taught me another lesson."

"Logic Relics are the most dangerous things in this world."

"Under no circumstances should you lightly forge any karmic connection with a Logic Relic."

"Farewell." Bai Zihua cupped his hands slightly, turned, and left Jixia Academy.

A patch of Mist rose once more around Master's Natural Abode, and it silently vanished from Jixia Academy.

Master sat in the main hall of his room, quietly gazing outside as the light of righteousness in his eyes slowly faded.

Looking at the list laid out on the table, a peculiar expression appeared in Master's eyes.

"Interesting. So this is the mysterious Black Hand?"

"Though you tried to conceal it, this method of capturing every spy's identity down to the smallest detail—over the thousands of years from ancient times to now, only the mysterious Black Hand has ever accomplished it."

"Trying to hide it only makes it more obvious. You cannot conceal your identity."

"But are you truly Li Wushuang?"

"Could you really deceive my eyes?"

A trace of doubt arose in Master's heart. From his conversation with Bai Zihua, he had detected a particular manner of speaking.

Everyone had their own style of speech, and perceptive people could easily pick up on such a style.

Bai Zihua's speaking style greatly resembled Li Wushuang's—he went straight to the essence, with clear principles and clear arguments.

Yet speaking styles could also be similar, so Master did not