The smile on the young man's lips grew increasingly mocking and cruel.
"What is he coming to Longdu for?"
The sinisterly handsome young man reached out and tilted up Lin Qingxue's smooth chin, while his alluring eyes watched the middle-aged man kneeling on the floor with keen interest.
"Most likely to continue investigating the case from five years ago."
The middle-aged man answered in a low voice.
"Sun Xiaochuan is dead, but before he died, he still managed to spit out the words 'Eight Great Clans.'"
"That boy from the Yue Family isn't an idiot. He must have guessed that the mole back then came from one of the Eight Great Clans."
"He's almost certainly coming to Longdu to take advantage of the upcoming Military Parade, when all the major powers will gather, to drag that fish out of hiding."
"Heh..."
After hearing this, the young man couldn't help chuckling.
His laughter brimmed with undisguised contempt and mockery.
"Drag the fish out of hiding?"
"Who does he think he is? Jiang Ziya?"
"A wet-behind-the-ears brat actually dares to fish in the deep waters of Longdu?"
"He must have a death wish!"
He released Lin Qingxue's chin and picked up his wineglass, gently swirling the crimson wine until it left trails like blood along the glass.
"What has Zhao Shanhe been doing?" he asked casually.
"Zhao Shanhe has already submitted a request to Military Headquarters to bring Yue Xiaofei to the Military Parade."
The middle-aged man answered.
"Hmph. I knew it."
The young man snorted, a flicker of disdain crossing his eyes.
"That old bastard Zhao Shanhe really is devoted to his dear brother Yue Changlong."
"Even now, he's still trying to protect that son of his who doesn't know his own limits."
"Does he think keeping Yue Xiaofei at his