Fifth Daoling remained silent, maintaining a steady and unwavering stance like a stoic pine tree, as if he disdained arguing over the topic.
Fang Yourong didn't wait for his response, as if having stabbed him, she withdrew the knife and wiped away the blood, then naturally threw out another question.
"Does suspicion stem from clues, with the clues originating from the death of Gu Chen?"
Her gaze was profound.
Expressing Fang Yourong's elegance and rigour of Wuque.
But this question was like having wiped the knife clean, and then stabbed herself instead.
Maybe she wasn't afraid of pain.
After a long silence, Fifth Daoling answered with something that made Fang Yourong's pupils shrink.
"Not just that."
Not just that, quite some "not just that".
"If determined, an Execution Decree?"
"Maybe."
"When will there be a result?"
"Before the end of Tianzang selections, waiting for the Sect's investigation results."
