No one had expected Gu Ningyun to step forward at this moment.
And she had spoken of her own accord, recounting the love, hatred, and grudges of the past.
As Feng Qi listened to Gu Ningyun's account, he quietly pondered something.
He actually knew about the extermination of the Zhu Household. He even knew something no one else did: the mighty cultivator backing the Zhu Household had long since reached the end of his lifespan and passed away.
That left the Si Family as the most suspicious party. At least, Feng Qi suspected that the two missing painting scrolls were both in their hands.
However, among those present, Su Jiu was the only person he acknowledged as completely trustworthy. None of the others had earned that degree of trust, so Feng Qi said nothing.
He merely listened to everything Gu Ningyun said as though it were a story, while gleaning useful information from it.
He had to admit that Gu Ningyun's life had been rather tragic. Even the person she loved was a descendant of her enemies.
Tsk. No matter how you looked at it, this sounded like a tale of torment and all-consuming love.
Feng Qi was precisely that sort of oddball: seemingly heartless, yet attentive to every detail around him, like an utterly calm observer without a trace of emotion, passing only the most correct and impartial judgment on the matter.
Any emotions arising from it fell outside his consideration.
Yet it was precisely this unemotional approach to handling matters that made Feng Qi so well suited to the Enforcement Hall.
Otherwise, with so many outstanding disciples in the Enforcement Hall, what entitled him to the position of Deputy Hall Master?
"A Jiu, I seem to sense a familiar aura from these paintings." The Painting Spirit, who had