Yi Shengtang's body trembled violently.
How could this be?!
How could someone deduce this ultimate, long-hidden secret from these details?
He stared blankly at Lin Fan in front of him, feeling even more mysterious and unfathomable.
For a long time.
He slowly stood up from the ground, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth.
Brushing past Lin Fan, he walked to the main seat and sat down heavily.
Heaving a sigh of relief.
Seeing this, Lin Fan also sheathed the Xuanyuan Sword.
"What do you want?"
As soon as he sat down, Yi Shengtang asked.
"Actually, my request is simple, I just need you to answer my previous question, should Yi Tianqiu be killed?"
Lin Fan's eyes were piercing, his expression grave.
Yi Shengtang did not answer.
Because he didn't know how to respond.
He could only remain silent.
A deathly silence.
Lin Fan sneered, full of disdain.
