When Zhao Shuangdian and Qing Wanglai stood face to face, their followers stood behind their respective leaders. The atmosphere in the study grew taut as a drawn bowstring.
As an outsider, Yi Donglai watched everything unfold with hesitation, seemingly pondering what this scene truly signified.
Qing Wanglai suddenly chuckled. He looked at Zhao Shuangdian and said, "I have my secrets, and I have the right not to tell you. I suggest we put this issue aside. After all, no matter who dies, it will only harm our future confrontations. It won't help."
"Zhao Shuangdian, don't forget our previous cooperation. Don't let this small, unproven matter delay our grander objectives, wouldn't you agree?"
Zhao Shuangdian didn't speak immediately, standing still as if weighing her options.
Since she remained silent, Li Huowang spoke first. He stepped forward. "You didn't just kill Zuo Qiuyong, did you? The death of the Fate Commander, Qian Fu… you had something to do with that, too, didn't you?"
