Late at night, during Hai Hour, inside the Secret Chamber.
Hundred-Flower Immortal, Poison Wine Flask, and Big Fat Dragon, who had just returned, all stared eagerly at Ghost-Headed Saber, deeply shocked.
At last, the forthright Hundred-Flower Immortal spoke first. "Why did the Witch Lord arrest you, then let you go?"
Ghost-Headed Saber was in a foul mood and could not be bothered with these people. He merely said flatly, "The Witch Lord remembered my many years of service. Even if I had no achievements, I had at least worked hard. So, after much consideration, he decided to employ me again."
Big Fat Dragon looked puzzled. "Employ you to keep beating up his son?!"
That remark was a conversation killer. Ghost-Headed Saber flushed with anger on the spot. "I'll say it one more time. I wasn't the one who sneaked into the Family Compound!"
Poison Wine Flask sneered as well. "We're all among the Six Gentlemen, yet Weng Sanren was sidelined just because he was cautious by nature and someone made a few careless remarks about him. He still hasn't been allowed back. You, on the other hand, were suspected of attempted assassination, yet you were employed again after only a few hours in confinement. Heh. Quite the methods you have, Brother Ghost-Headed Saber."
"Indeed. Without some extraordinary connections, you probably couldn't have escaped this." Hundred-Flower Immortal looked at Ghost-Headed Saber and asked in an almost teasing tone, "Could you have some intimate relationship with our lord that no one knows about?"
Ghost-Headed Saber's heart skipped a beat.
Has she guessed who I am? Or is she just teasing at random...
Ghost-Headed Saber was about to explain and snap back, but suddenly remembered the Star Gate's friendly reminder: the more he said, the sooner he would die.
Beside the long table,