Zhao Mingyuan's gaze turned sharp. "So you're saying someone set up a Teleportation Array right under your noses, yet the three of you knew nothing about it?"
"Do you think such an explanation is enough to dispel this emperor's doubts?"
Faced with those two questions and that pair of icy eyes, the three men went pale, their hearts in utter turmoil.
Within the Great Zhao Dynasty, there were indeed few people capable of making Zhao Mingyuan suspicious. After all... of those who aroused his suspicion, eight or nine out of ten had already returned their souls to the Yellow Springs.
"Actually, it cannot be said that it was always right under the three seniors' noses. After all... we did go elsewhere in the middle of it."
"There are no more than two possibilities. One is that the Great Zhao Dynasty is crying thief while being the thief itself. The other is that someone took advantage of the time we left the Ten Mile Art Gallery to sneak in and set up the Teleportation Array!"
At that moment, Lin Wuyou's voice rang out once more.
As soon as he said this, the three Great Zhao Dynasty array masters nodded repeatedly and hurriedly cast grateful looks at Lin Wuyou.
The Gray Robed Old Man hurriedly said, "That is right. The only possibility is that someone secretly set it up while we were away from the Ten Mile Art Gallery."
Hearing this, Zhao Mingyuan gave Lin Wuyou a thoughtful glance. Then his gaze swiftly swept back and forth between Zong Lu and Ning Yuanqi, his expression growing increasingly grave.
Lin Wuyou was from the Demon Shadow Palace, yet he was actually speaking for this emperor? This man was no less cunning than Su Shi'er. Could it be... that he was plotting something again?