Zhao Lin looked at the corpses on the ground and asked with concern, "Director, what if the Flame Sect plays dumb and refuses to admit they sent these men?"
"Do you think they're the only ones with spies in Great Yue? That we have none?"
Yang Lin sneered. "During the last mountain sweep, masked men attacked disciples of the Wuxiang Institute. The investigation already pointed to Weizi, but unfortunately, there wasn't enough evidence."
"This time, they were audacious enough to commit murder so brazenly, and arrogant enough to use their own sect's martial artists as assassins, leaving behind irrefutable proof."
"Now, with the ground frozen solid, the bodies are perfectly preserved. They won't be able to deny it even if they try!"
Zhao Lin pressed his lips together, silently vowing to settle this score with the Flame Sect.
