An Zhifeng reached out to press a button on the projector, and old, yellowed photographs suddenly appeared on the wall.
"Isn't that Sect Leader Long?! Who's that person next to him?" Suddenly, voices of surprise and suspicion erupted from the crowd.
"Yeah, what are they doing? What's this? Remittance records?! What's the relationship between Sect Leader Long and that person, why would he send money? And such a large amount?!"
"There's definitely something fishy!"
Just as everyone was whispering to each other, a deep, elderly voice suddenly sounded at the entrance of the banquet hall—
"That person was the Old Sect Leader's personal doctor back in the day! Long Zaitian, didn't you say you never had contact with his personal doctor before he died? What's all this about? Did you kill the Old Sect Leader? Speak!"
