North of the Cold Origin Ancient City, the cold wind whistled, the atmosphere tense. Everyone's gaze was focused on the tiny Daoist floating in the Heavenly Vault, held by a golden hand.
At this moment, the tiny Daoist had a vacant look in his eyes. His face was expressionless, and he appeared as if bereft of all spiritual intelligence, showing no signs of consciousness.
The Golden Boat City Lord's eyes were sharp as lightning, but his voice gradually softened, "Who are you?"
"Shi Mu!" The Daoist's mouth mechanically opened as he spoke, his voice flat and devoid of any emotional fluctuations.
"What do these two unresolved cases in the north of the city have to do with you?" continued the interrogation by the Golden Boat City Lord.
A trace of struggle appeared on the face of the tiny Daoist, but after a moment, his expression calmed down again, and he said, "Both individuals were killed by Ying Shisan under the orders of a superior!"
