Li Qingmu's face twitched slightly, indeed, it was to ask about this!
His heart was shocked, and his face carried a gravely serious expression.
"Is Lord Zhao referring to the government official… Are you talking about your nephew, Zhao Xuan?"
"Yes, yes, that's him! Back then, he went to the Jiangling area to have fun, reached Qingtian County, and ended up being killed by a group of men in black there. To this day, I haven't found the real culprits. Do you have any news?"
Li Qingmu pondered for a moment, then shook his head: "Not much useful information. At the time, he went hunting with us, but when we encountered a downpour in the mountains, we initially intended to find a cave to shelter from the rain, but instead ran into the men in black and got separated."
"Separated?"
