Dead Men Tell No Tales-What a Move, Dragon Gate Escort Agency!

The atmosphere in Heavenly Fragrance Tower's main hall turned heavy as iron at the order to "bring him in."

Moments later, two burly escorts marched in a middle-aged man wearing a blue cloth robe.

He was Shopkeeper Sun of Ink Fragrance Studio on Antique Street.

The moment he crossed the threshold, a peculiar smell spread through the hall.

It was neither ink nor the scent of books, but a mixture of old grave soil, quicklime, and an indescribable, chilling odor.

Everyone present was a master of their trade. Their noses were sharp.

He was a tomb robber.

And a veteran who had spent years dealing with the dead.

Wang Lin sat in the seat of honor, his tiger-like eyes narrowing as he looked Shopkeeper Sun up and down.

A Second Realm professional would not even have qualified to meet him on an ordinary day, yet now this man was the focus of the entire hall.

"Were you the one who spread that treasure map of Blackwater Ancient Town?" Wang Lin's voice betrayed neither pleasure nor anger.

Shopkeeper Sun's hands were bound, but he looked remarkably calm.

His gaze rested on Lu Zongyuan for an instant before he looked Wang Lin squarely in the eye.

"That's right. I did it."

Shopkeeper Sun admitted it freely, his tone as casual as if he were discussing dinner. "I sold the map, and I had people spread the news on the Black Market."

"Why?" Wang Lin pressed.

"For money. For fame. Is that reason enough?" Shopkeeper Sun grinned. "There's no mastermind behind it. It was all my idea."

No mastermind?

A Second Realm professional had laid a trap this vast? Even a ghost would not believe it.

If he said there was none, there was one.

And whoever it was had to wield so