Zhang Quan had died, leaving no evidence behind.
The Iron Corpse had been stolen, and any leads had similarly vanished.
Now, they could only start with the traitor from the Minor Hidden Spirit Sect.
After thinking, Mo Hua ran to ask Instructor Yan:
"Instructor, do you think that traitor is still in South Yue City?"
Instructor Yan's gaze flickered, and he sighed:
"I've searched for a long time and found no clues; perhaps he is no longer here..."
But Mo Hua shook his head, "Instructor, you lied."
Instructor Yan was stunned.
But Mo Hua was certain.
Unable to resist, Instructor Yan asked, "How do you know I lied?"
"I guessed!"
Mo Hua spoke crisply.
He looked at Instructor Yan with eyes clear and pure, absent of any impurity.
With a gaze like Mo Hua's upon him, Instructor Yan felt he could not hide anything.
Even guilt sprang up inside him.
Instructor Yan was silent for a long time, internally struggling, before he finally sighed and said,