Before this, Wen Zaiqing would have charged over and killed Xie An the moment he heard those words.
But now, a chill ran through him.
Out of the corner of his eye, he could still see the bodies of Li Xianghe and more than fifty constables hanging upside down overhead. Most of their blood flowed upward along the iron chains, while a little dripped onto the Altar.
Li Xianghe had been a master at the peak of Dark Force, and those fifty-odd constables had been seasoned veterans.
Anyone who went up the stairs met disaster.
"Out of the way! Let me go first!" Li Xianghe's words still seemed to ring in his ears. Whatever he had encountered must have been terrifying enough to make him abandon his men.
Wen Zaiqing believed himself several times stronger than Li Xianghe, but even he did not dare approach the stairs rashly.
Crack!
Wen Zaiqing stamped hard on the floor and glared at Xie An. "Are you behind all this?"
Xie An smiled faintly. "Even if I am, do you dare come and arrest me?"
Gulp.
Wen Zaiqing swallowed hard.
Everyone who had gone up the stairs was dead.
How could he dare go near them?
Then Xie An spoke. "Before Li Wenyu died, he told me his master, Wen Zaiqing, held the lofty post of Senior Lecturer at the Inner-City Returning Dragon Abbey. He went on about how formidable you were. He said that if I so much as touched a hair on his head, his master would come and tear me to pieces. But now... it seems Senior Lecturer Wen was nothing more than a coward."
Wen Zaiqing sucked in a sharp breath. The taunt struck a nerve.
The Senior Lecturer was the Senior Priest's deputy, a man of exceptional standing.
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