Gu Junqi said, "It happened just yesterday. The Sect Leader should have only just received the news. Why don't you wait a day, Martial Nephew, and see what instructions the Sect Leader has—whether we are to visit Prince Zhuang's Mansion or not."
Chu Zhiyuan nodded. "Martial Uncle, what happened at Prince Zhuang's Mansion?"
"Internal strife occurred." Gu Junqi shook his head. "Someone in the mansion actually cultivated an evil art and became a fiend."
Chu Zhiyuan was astonished.
Gu Junqi said, "Several people died in the city, their Essence Blood devoured by the fiend. No one expected the culprit to be someone from Prince Zhuang's Mansion."
"Prince Zhuang's Mansion should have Attendants, shouldn't it? None of them noticed?"
Chu Zhiyuan frowned, instantly sensing layer upon layer of mist. The waters ran deep.
"Of the eight Attendants, not a single one noticed." Gu Junqi sighed and stroked his beard. "This matter is truly strange. But that fiend has already died, vanishing like smoke and scattering like ashes. No one can be questioned now."
"What was that person's identity?"
"It hasn't been revealed," Gu Junqi said. "He was likely not some insignificant figure at the bottom, or word would have spread long ago."
"No one suspects Prince Zhuang of colluding with fiends, do they?"
"That goes without saying. Why would a dignified Prince choose not to be a Prince and instead become a fiend?"
"What about possession?"
"That is impossible as well. The Prince's cultivation is far from weak, and he has rare treasures protecting him. He could not possibly be possessed."
Chu Zhiyuan said, "Could the one who practiced the evil art have been possessed?"
"...Hard to say." Gu Junqi thought for a moment, then shook his head. "The man is already dead beyond all trace, leaving nothing to investigate. Everyone