"Go! Find Ling Xi and cast Soul Imprisonment on her immediately!"
Han Ji hurriedly ordered a squad of Imperial Mages into action.
"Han Ji, you're making that decision so hastily?" Even Zhu Meng was stunned.
In fact, ever since Zhou Sining had brought out the chair, he had wanted to stop him from continuing his "casual chat" with Mu He.
Yet Han Ji had tacitly allowed it, and now he had simply taken Zhou Sining's word for everything.
Wasn't this far too rash?
This was nothing like Han Ji's usual approach.
"We actually noticed the Black Vatican making moves a long time ago. I also entrusted someone with investigating them," Han Ji said.
"So you think it's Ling Xi too?" Zhu Meng asked.
Han Ji shook his head. "No. We haven't obtained any information about their senior members. They enforce strict secrecy between ranks. If not for Zhou Sining and Zhang Xiaohou, we wouldn't even have caught Chief Steward Hu Jin."
"Then why did you..."
"I trust him," Han Ji said.
With that, Zhu Meng could only shut his mouth, inwardly cursing Han Ji for going senile.
In truth, even Han Ji couldn't explain this inexplicable trust.
Perhaps successfully capturing Chief Steward Hu Jin and cutting off Salang's right-hand man had given him a little peace of mind.
"Believing everything some green kid says? You must be going senile, President Han Ji," Mu He couldn't help sneering.
"Shut up!" Zhou Sining glared at him. "I still have questions for you."
Without waiting for Mu He to answer, he continued on his own. "Zhang Xiaohou told me that the direct cause of the Bo City disaster was something called the Fountain of Rage that you mixed into the rain. It triggered the Wolf Demons' savage instincts and bloodlust. And by now,