The moment Ye Xiu spoke, Nie Qing's expression changed drastically.
"Brother Ye, what do you mean by that?"
His voice was hoarse, his gaze forcibly calm.
"None of us are fools. It's fine to use certain words to deceive outsiders, but what use is there in deceiving yourself?"
Ye Xiu showed not the slightest sense of danger despite being in peril.
"Heavenly Craftsmen City is under martial law. The fact that they can ensure the movements of the clansmen within the city are controlled proves that the elders in the inner city still retain control over the city."
As Ye Xiu spoke, his hands did not slow in the least.
Unhurriedly, he picked up and stored away the tools that had originally been laid across the table. Nie Qing merely swept his eyes over them, yet he felt as though cold glints flashed before him, a murderous aura rushing straight at his face.
"Since the elders in the inner city still have the ability to carry out their orders, then it is obvious that the leak this time could only have been the work of the inner city elders themselves."
As those words left Ye Xiu's mouth, Nie Qing's face instantly turned deathly pale.
"There's a traitor among the elders!"
In his agitation, the words blurted out of his mouth.
"There's no need to put it so harshly."
Ye Xiu gave a derisive laugh. "Perhaps those pulling strings were never members of the Heavenly Craftsmen Tribe to begin with?"
A little thought made it clear. Given the disposition of these honest people of the Heavenly Craftsmen Tribe, they truly could cast aside racial differences and treat others with sincere goodwill.
During his time practicing medicine in the city, he had seen quite a few people without any obvious Heavenly Craftsmen