Ning Zhuo's subordinates were in a state of panic, but Ning Zhuo no longer cared about these trivial matters.
There was no one left in the room but him.
His face remained pale, without a trace of blood.
His brows were tightly knitted, his eyes closed, and the corners of his eyes twitched from time to time. Countless thoughts churned in his mind as he desperately pondered all of this.
Ning Zhuo seized every second.
This time, he was in a life-threatening situation; every effort he made, each and every second, might affect the final outcome.
He tried his best to recall everything that had happened just now, the questions Zhu Xuanji had asked, and his expressions and mannerisms.
"Zhu Xuanji first asked if Yuan Dasheng was killed by me, then asked where the Demon Dao True Scripture was."
"In this order then..." Ning Zhuo tried hard to figure out Zhu Xuanji's line of thinking.
"In Zhu Xuanji's eyes, Yuan Dasheng should have the Demon Dao True Scripture."
"The True Scripture..."