"If I'm not mistaken, you should be that so-called Emperor Palace Hunter, right?"
There seemed to be no trace of anger on Fan Yulin's face. He put down the ancient book, picked up a teacup with his right hand, but did not bring it to his lips. Instead, he turned it slightly, and asked softly.
"So what if I am?"
Situ Nan also didn't appear overly flustered, even though he knew he had fallen into the other party's trap. At this moment, panicking would be of no help.
"Reveal your mastermind, and perhaps I, the Steward, can give you a quick death. Otherwise, the 108 tortures of our Emperor Palace Punishment Hall will make you wish for death!"
Seeing that the other party had no awe for him, Fan Yulin's expression turned slightly grim. Perhaps what he said was indeed his ultimate motive.
This suddenly appearing Emperor Palace Hunter, in Fan Yulin's view, could not possibly be acting alone. There must be a huge conspiracy against the Canglong Emperor Palace behind him.
