Even if he was burning with anger, he could only forcibly endure it, not daring to show the slightest dissatisfaction.
The answer from the Prefect of Mingxin Prefecture made the four dark shadows fall silent for a moment, and the air was filled with a suffocatingly oppressive atmosphere.
After a moment, the shadow that spoke first slowly said, "Profound Bird Guard?"
"That's not what I wanted to ask!"
"I want to know, who exactly killed Duke Rong!"
"Wen Fengyuan!"
Another shadow sneered, with a hint of surprise in their voice, "As far as I know, there aren't many people in this world who can kill that old man Wen Fengyuan!"
"Among the Profound Bird Guard, it's even fewer."
At this moment, the third shadow slowly stood up, causing the Prefect of Mingxin Prefecture's heart to almost cease beating.
That shadow had a graceful posture and light steps, like a phantom stepping out from the darkness.
Her voice was deep and alluring, carrying an irresistible seduction.
