Inside the inn room.
Lu Sangjiu took on the air of a grand inquisitor, sitting in the main seat.
Li Qiancheng sat beside her, with Luo Linlang and Shen Yuzhao standing on either side. As for the young Demon Cultivator, he had pulled up a stool and was sitting in the corner, cracking melon seeds.
Well... Luo Linlang had given him the melon seeds, and he had accepted them readily enough.
The young Demon Cultivator had just been brought over. He'd already told Lu Sangjiu everything he knew, so he had nothing to do with the current proceedings.
Ye Zhiyao sat on a small stool just over a meter in front of Lu Sangjiu, looking small, pitiful, and helpless. Facing the gazes of the four of them, she seemed to be nervously gripping her knees.
Lu Sangjiu didn't waste any words. She asked directly, "Speak. Who is the person behind True Monarch Liu Feng?"
