His red cloak fluttered in the high sky, like a surging blood-colored celestial river!
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"Was the matter with Qi Country's Jiang Wang done by you?" A voice asked in the darkness, where you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.
It was an old man's voice, but not decrepit; it flowed with the wisdom of the ages.
Next, a middle-aged man's voice sounded with a bit of impatience: "I am not that idle."
The old man's voice asked again: "Was it done by Shenxia?"
A young man's voice replied: "Why should the Saint Duke ask such a question? We drink the waters of the gutter, aiming to cleanse the world's filth. In internal conflicts within the Monster Realm, and in betraying the Human Race, such a great injustice, how could I be responsible?"
The old man's voice paused for a moment and then asked: "Then, could it be Zhao Zi acting on her own initiative? She always has ideas and little apprehension."
