Behind Kallen stood the highway boundary marker. No one was there.
There was a group of people behind Fudeng, but they were all far away, and none dared extend their consciousness to probe the Whip Bearer. Even those few with particularly keen hearing would consciously "cover" their ears at a time like this.
Differences in rank and status could often provide better isolation than a concealing barrier.
Thus, only Fudeng and Kallen could hear their conversation.
This was the method Kallen had mentioned to Puer, the simplest and most effective one. Like that female dragon, he, too, had had part of his memories "sealed" or "erased."
This way, there was no need to hold a needle and painstakingly mend a spiderweb, because he had already burned it clean away.
He had said... yes.
That simple statement was tantamount to settling the matter once and for all:
One, I did not kill the assassin.
Two, the former High Priest killed the assassin.
Three, the former High Priest told me to tell you to say publicly that I killed him.
Having worked for the Whip of Order for so long, Kallen was already a true professional. By turning his usual working mindset around, he naturally understood how to make it hardest for an investigation to uncover any problems with him.
Fudeng fell silent for a while, then turned to face everyone and announced:
"The assassin has been slain!"
Everyone froze for a moment, clearly caught off guard by this sudden conclusion. Soon, however, they all raised their arms and let out rather ragged cheers.
A trace of lingering "bewilderment" remained in Kallen's eyes,
though inwardly, he was still somewhat dissatisfied with the situation.
If only Whip Bearer Fudeng could raise his arm and shout to everyone, "Congratulations to our Big Captain Kallen