Ever since the night raid, the Food Mansion had remained closed. Now, representatives sent by several factions stood inside.
"So the results of your investigations are all the same?" Zhang Xiaofan asked, not believing a word of what these people had reported.
"Yes!" The people standing before Zhang Xiaofan answered in unison.
Zhang Xiaofan said nothing. He merely lifted the teacup from the table, took a sip, then gently set it down again.
Seeing that Zhang Xiaofan had not spoken, those people straightened up on their own, abandoning their bows. Some of them even felt contempt for Zhang Xiaofan, who sat above them.
But those who had personally experienced the events of that night remained bent in a bow, not daring to slack off in the slightest.
"Why are you so sure you have nothing to fear?" Zhang Xiaofan asked curiously, raising his eyes to look at those who had straightened up on their own.
Those who were still bowing bent even lower. They were terrified, and sweat had already soaked their temples.
"Because I come from the Azure Cloud Sect?" A mocking smile tugged at Zhang Xiaofan's lips.
That smile made many of the people who had straightened up begin to feel uneasy.
"Do you know how many people have died by my hand?" Zhang Xiaofan asked, paying no heed to whether anyone was listening, as though he were simply talking to himself.
As soon as he said this, the people who had been bowing all along dropped to their knees with a thud, their foreheads pressed directly to the ground.
Zhang Xiaofan paid them no mind, not even sparing them a glance. The corner of his eye caught a mocking smile, and he turned to look at its owner with interest.
When the man saw Zhang Xiaofan looking