"Pavilion Master, Pavilion Master! The interrogation has begun! Master Wu Wangzi is already inquiring about the incident."
Next to Wu Wang's residence, inside that seemingly simple and unadorned warm pavilion which actually hid a rich and luxurious interior, Liu Baiyi, with a purple clay pot in hand, burst into hearty laughter upon hearing the report from his subordinate. He took a sip from the pot's spout and sat cross-legged beside the soft couch.
"I don't believe he can come up with any tricks. Keep probing!"
After a while, another Immortal from the Benevolent Emperor Pavilion hurried over.
"Pavilion Master! Master Wu Wangzi has furrowed his brow! He can't find any suspicious details either!"
"Look at that, look at that!"
Liu Baiyi spread his hands wide and turned to a few old men standing beside him, saying with a smile, "See, he's out of options, isn't he? Can that be blamed on us for not handling things properly? He's stumped!"
