The night was thick, and a trace of dry heat remained in the wind.
A single candle burned quietly, its flickering light elongating the shadows in the room.
Shen Yanchuan sat at a desk. A young man in tight-fitting black attire knelt on one knee before him, presenting a file.
"My lord, this was just obtained from the interrogation. Please review it."
Shen Yanchuan glanced down. The pages were filled with lines of testimony.
Extracting information from a Death Warrior was no easy feat, but for Xi Su, who was accustomed to such work, it was hardly a challenge.
Shen Yanchuan turned the pages one by one.
"Well done."
Xi Su reported, "Besides the three Death Warriors we captured, two more bodies were found on Wulan Mountain. They must have known they were exposed and chose to kill themselves. However, based on the tracks from that day, there were likely six men in the ambush, which means one is still unaccounted for."
Shen Yanchuan wasn't surprised.
