"Ye Qingxuan, you crossed the line." An old voice came from the tuning instrument. "At this level, the Secret Keepers can't keep it down anymore. The Ministry will quickly react."
"Okay." Ye Qingxuan lowered his head and trimmed his nails.
The voice paused and quickly grew doubtful. "Are you ready to face the Sacred City's anger? Even if you took care of the evidence, they will find you one day. Even we would not be able to influence the investigation."
Ye Qingxuan could not help but laugh. "Grandmaster Heisenberg, are you worrying about my safety or the fact that you paid so much but still could not clean him out?"
Heisenberg did not reply.
Ye Qingxuan folded his small knife and looked up at the tuning instrument. "Don't worry. Working with me is just like working with the Parliament before. Look, you all need someone to take the blame and I want him to die. I'm sure our cooperation will have a good result."
"I hope so."