Although many harbored doubts, the matter was deliberately left unspoken.
Without solid evidence, raising such accusations would only breed distrust.
And distrust was the last thing anyone wanted—especially when they were already struggling to deal with Demonic Beasts and Demonic Cultivators on multiple fronts.
"A spy, you say?"
Minister Xiu Yucheng repeated the words slowly, his gaze fixed on Zhao Wutian.
His expression neither hardened with suspicion nor softened with denial. Instead, it grew thoughtful—heavy with caution.
"What you say makes sense," Minister Xiu Yucheng admitted calmly.
"But," he continued, his voice steady, "is it not too quick to arrive at such a conclusion?"
Accusing the presence of a spy without concrete proof was no small matter.
This was not a case of a Demonic Cultivator hiding among them.
If it were, their Demonic Qi would have betrayed them long ago.
