The disgust evident in Shangguan Qingtian's gaze deeply pierced Han Zixiong. Han Zixiong's face turned from blue to white, and he looked at Shangguan Qingtian in shock, opening his mouth, initially wanting to explain the divine matters to him, but eventually swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue. Han Zixiong knew that in the face of ironclad facts, he had no way to defend himself.
Shangguan Qingtian cast a cold glance at the speechless Han Zixiong, then emotionlessly walked past him, heading straight north. Clearly, he intended to leave, as there were no clues left to investigate here.
