On the other side, Zhang Yi's master was listening to her subordinate reporting the results of the investigation.
"Are you sure no one has been in close contact with Zhang Yi? No one has had any conflict with him?"
"Yes, my lord! This is the list of people who attended the Gambling Stone Exchange eting." The subordinate handed a list to the woman.
The woman stretched out her hand, and the list seed to co alive, flying into her hand. She opened the list and carefully looked through it. The list was very detailed, clearly marking not only the nas but also the ages.
The woman frowned and closed the list. She didn't find any suspicious people on it. Whoever killed Zhang Yi must have been a cultivator, but none of these people gave her the feeling of being cultivators. Perhaps she would have to et those people in person to find out.
After finishing their al, Ling Yue and her two companions took a stroll back to the hotel.
As soon as they arrived at the hotel entrance, Ling Yue sensed a dangerous aura. Without making a sound, she walked into the hotel.
The woman's divine sense swept over Ling Yue and her companions but found nothing unusual about them, so she withdrew her divine sense. She had already checked everyone, and none of them were cultivators. How did Zhang Yi die?
Ling Yue felt the divine sense withdraw, and a slight smile curved her lips. Her spiritual power was gathered in her mini-world. Unless she wanted to release it, even cultivators at the Tribulation realm wouldn't be able to sense that she was a cultivator. It was for this reason that she dared to kill the old Zhang.
The woman stubbornly probed again, but the result was the sa. She could only leave. The person who attacked Zhang Yi probably wasn't among those who attended the Gambling Stone Exchange eting. It was possible that it was soone from that place. Last ti Zhang Yi went there, he had a conflict with soone over a spiritual weapon. Maybe this ti, that person ca to seek revenge on Zhang Yi.
The night gradually deepened, and dark clouds gathered in the sky, as if a heavy rain was about to fall.
Ling Yue got up and went to close the window.
Her gaze swept over the figures downstairs, sneaking into the hotel. Her eyes narrowed. It seed the hotel owner wanted to try the sa old trick again. Since that was the case, she would let them experience what it felt like to be haunted by vengeful ghosts.
Footsteps sounded on the corridor outside, rustling softly.
"The person who won the Raw Stone King at the auction is staying in this room," a low voice said outside, sounding like one of the hotel staff.
"Open the door."
As the words were spoken, the door was gently pushed open from the outside.
Four tall figures entered from outside, the sa ones Ling Yue had seen when closing the window.
"What do you want?" Ling Yue's icy gaze fell on the four of them, her eyes like sharp blades that sent a chill down their spines.
The four were startled, not expecting the people inside to still be awake at this hour. But it didn't matter; they were here to take the won back anyway. The staff mber had told them that the two won were both very beautiful, especially the one wearing a mask, who was as beautiful as a fairy.
Ling Yue took a step forward, slowly walking toward the four, emanating a chilling aura.
The four retreated in fear. "What do you want?"
"Shouldn't I be the one asking you that?" Ling Yue's voice was cool and lodious, but in the silent night, it sent a bone-chilling sensation.
eting Ling Yue's icy gaze, the four couldn't help but shiver. A chill seed to crawl up their spines like caterpillars, chilling them to the bone and filling their hearts with dread.
"We... we got the wrong room..."
Ling Yue looked at them with a faint, mocking smile. "Then how did you get the room key?"
"The staff mber must have grabbed the wrong key..."
"Yes, that must be it..."
"We'll leave now..." The four mumbled as they backed out. They needed to report this to the boss quickly.
"Wait!" Ling Yue called out, stopping them.
The four imdiately froze in their tracks, not daring to move a muscle.
"Take to see your boss."
"Huh?" The four stared at her in bewildernt. Did they hear her correctly? She wanted them to take her to see their boss? Surely they must have misheard.
"Do you need to repeat myself?" Ling Yue's voice grew colder.
"You... please..." The four hurriedly led the way. Initially, they were worried about being punished by the boss, but since she wanted to go with them, it had nothing to do with them anymore.
Ling Yue closed the door and tossed out a talisman.
They got into a van driven by the four n. Just a few hundred ters after leaving, heavy rain began to pour down, large raindrops hitting the windows with a pitter-patter sound.
From the mont she got in the car, Ling Yue closed her eyes to conserve her energy.
The few n in front had been sneaking glances at Ling Yue several tis. This was the first ti they had seen soone being taken away so calmly. Wasn't she afraid at all? Their boss was no softy; he was the underground king of Myanmar, with over ten thousand n under his command, each with blood on their hands.
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