"What's not to understand? If you have something to say, Martial Hall Master, then say it plainly." Lanhai's expression grew cold. "If you have other evidence, bring it out."
"Meng Shiyu is on the Holy List, after all..." Wu Feng frowned, glanced at the virtual screen that suddenly popped up, and shot to his feet. He left in a hurry before he could finish his sentence.
Lanhai's resentful expression faded, replaced by a look of confusion. He picked up the teacup Wu Feng hadn't touched and took a sip. The butler had already slipped out quietly.
Soon, the door opened again, and Lan Hao walked in with his head lowered.
Lanhai's expression was indifferent. "That Wu Feng... he's incorruptible. When Hu Qi died before, he insisted on getting to the bottom of it, which caused Qin Yun a great deal of embarrassment."
"Meng Shiyu... how exactly did he die?"
Lanhai's voice was light, but to Lan Hao, each word felt as heavy as lead.
