"You're saying..."
In a room that lets in no light or sound, blocking all forms of surveillance, a Taoist sits facing the wall.
This is a white wall, empty and pristine, with only a circular mirror hanging in the center.
The mirror is frameless, perfectly round, colorless, and semi-transparent.
It emits a calm bright light, not dazzling, keeping the quiet room from being dark.
The Taoist sits cross-legged on a cushion, clearly within sight, but only a silhouette of light and shadow is visible.
His voice seems distant as he says, "Was the matter of Marquis Wu'an of Qi Country in Frost Wind Valley orchestrated by Zhuang Gaoxian?"
Kneeling on one knee behind him is Chu Zicheng, who just a few days ago was drinking in the taverns of Gaoleng City.
