Liu Min gritted her teeth and, no longer caring about losing face, blurted out the truth. "That was only because Hong Ming was already dead and had become our laughingstock. That's why we were so brazen."
Su Jiu did not pursue the holes in Liu Min's words any further. She merely asked, "Who is this gentleman you mentioned earlier?"
Instinctively, Su Jiu sensed that this was an extremely important figure! There might even be countless hidden truths entangled behind him.
When Feng Qi heard the word "gentleman," an unusual glint also crossed his eyes. He unconsciously straightened, his gaze drifting toward Liu Min as though he, too, were waiting for an answer.
The result, however, left them deeply disappointed.
Because of her age, Liu Min was indeed only a peripheral figure. Never mind explaining who this gentleman was, what he looked like, or what he did-she could not even give a clear account of the "organization" she had mentioned.
It was like one mystery sinking into another. Even merely listening from the sidelines stirred an inexplicable frustration.
"Thinking about it carefully, that makes sense. Leaving aside how long Hong Ming actually lived, even the scheme he laid out spanned a thousand years. Besides, he was someone from the Heavenly Secret Sect who was supposed to live in seclusion. Naturally, no one would deliberately keep an eye on someone like that. So he left us very few clues."
"Doesn't that mean our trail has gone cold again?" Yun Huanling already knew that Su Jiu's Heart Discernment was now constrained by Curse Arts and could not be used at will. Only by finding and killing the person who cast the curse could she recover, so he was somewhat anxious as well.
Moreover, these Curse Arts had a time limit: fifty years. He