Yao Xi and Weiwei kept sizing up Old Knife Handle, astonished beyond measure. They had never imagined that this utterly ordinary-looking man was actually a remnant of the Assassin Heavenly Court.
Who could have possibly guessed that?
"Saint Lord Qin, you—" Old Knife Handle began, but could not continue.
"Are you trying to say I have misunderstood?" Qin Sheng smiled.
"If I am standing before you, then naturally I have absolute confidence."
Old Knife Handle fell silent for a moment, then let out a long breath. He stopped trying to argue and admitted frankly, "That's right. I am a descendant of the Heavenly Court."
With Saint Lord Qin already at his doorstep, there was no point in denying it. First, he could not escape from Qin Sheng's hands. Second, he did not even have the chance to kill himself.
What else could he do?
"Relax. I did not come to deal with you, nor do I intend to wipe out the descendants of the Assassin Heavenly Court." Qin Sheng felt that he did not look like a villain.
The feud between the Assassin Heavenly Court and the Beidou Holy Land had happened hundreds of thousands of years ago. Naturally, it had nothing to do with Qin Sheng.
It was like how the Werewolf Holy Land had once been jointly exterminated by various factions. Could the current Ruthless Successors possibly slaughter the Ji Family, Jiang Family, and other forces in revenge?
That was obviously impossible.
"How did Saint Lord Qin learn of my identity?" Old Knife Handle was genuinely curious. He believed he had hidden himself flawlessly, and the people of the Village of Heaven had never exposed themselves.
Yet they had still been discovered. Could Eastern Immortal have opened his Heavenly Eye?
"I have special sources of information." Qin Sheng