Meanwhile, as the aircraft from the "upper levels" descended over the encampment, all the officers paused their work and went to receive them.
Those disembarking from the transport were not merely soldiers and guards, but also representatives sent by several upper-level factions.
Upon seeing the officers waiting below, the person walking in the middle asked wearily, "Where is he? Take us to see him now."
Naturally, he meant the killer.
"His injuries were too severe. Before the interrogation, we had no idea this would happen, so we used extreme measures to temporarily let him answer questions. Now he has..."
Gone cold.
"Pig-brained idiot!" A young man who looked to be around twenty snapped.
Though the rebuked officer was unconvinced, he lowered his head respectfully and admitted his mistake.
"Why blame him? It was merely standard procedure. He couldn't have foreseen this," someone said, defusing the situation.
The man turned toward him and sneered. "And what are you pretending to be a good person for? Everyone knows your people developed this technology. If anyone is to be held accountable, I doubt you can escape it."
"Enough, stop bickering. Didn't we bring Xiao Yue precisely because we knew he wouldn't survive? With her here, even the dead can speak. What are you rushing for?"
The weary middle-aged man who had spoken first stepped in to halt the argument. He knew full well that the two were not truly fighting. It was more a habitual clash of interests, or perhaps a performative statement of position. After all, the factions behind them were hardly on good terms.
The middle-aged man wore a platinum-colored robe. A golden lotus was embroidered on one side of his collar, while a candle flame was embroidered on the other.
That was the emblem of the Light Institute.
Though the