"You... are the Sacred Gate's hidden agent in the city. Where is everyone else?"
Lu Zhaoyuan's body suddenly stiffened, his expression freezing at once. Suppressing his terror, he slowly turned his head.
Behind him.
A young man of twenty-eight or twenty-nine, with delicate brows and eyes, stood quietly with his hands clasped behind his back.
This man was unmistakably Ren Kongming, whom Qin Yue had left at the auction house to record who had purchased the "grand finale treasures"!
But he could never be Ren Kongming!
Because...
Ren Kongming was the adopted son of Zhao Qianjue, the Baleful Yin Sect branch leader. Yet his talent and cultivation had both been utterly ordinary—he was merely at Early Transformation Force.
The man before him was different!
When that faint gaze swept over Lu Zhaoyuan, it felt like a black mountain pressing down upon his head, carrying a deep, mountain-like, unfathomable pressure!
Gang Force...
It has to be Gang Force!
Lu Zhaoyuan's throat went dry. With a thud, he dropped to his knees, pressing his forehead tightly to the ground as he respectfully said:
"This subordinate, Lu Zhaoyuan of the South Sea branch, greets you, my lord."
The young man remained calm as he spoke again in an indifferent tone. "Answer my question."
"Yes, yes..."
Lu Zhaoyuan lowered his head even further, his voice trembling.
"The other hidden agents... have all died. This subordinate was fortunate enough to escape while gravely wounded. I await your punishment, my lord."
"..."
For a moment, silence filled the air.
The young man lowered his eyes.
His gaze swept over the palm print on Lu Zhaoyuan's chest, then passed over the dried blood scab at the corner of his mouth. "Who attacked you? Where are they?"
Who was it!?
It was Shen Xiuhan! Zuo Muxian! Xie Hui!