When Zhao Shuangdian and Qing Wanglai stood facing each other, their people stood behind their respective leaders, and the atmosphere in the study room became extremely tense.
As an outsider, Yi Donglai looked on at everything before him with hesitation, seemingly pondering what this scene truly signified.
Qing Wanglai suddenly chuckled, looked at Zhao Shuangdian and said, "I have my secrets, and I have the right not to tell you. I suggest we put this issue aside. After all, no matter who dies, it will only harm our subsequent encounters, won't it?"
"Zhao Shuangdian, don't forget our previous cooperation. Don't let this small, unproven matter delay the big picture, wouldn't you say?"
Zhao Shuangdian didn't speak immediately, standing still as if balancing something in her heart.
She remained silent, and it was Li Huowang who spoke first, stepping forward, "You didn't just kill Zuo Qiuyong, did you? When the Fate Commander Qian Fu died, it was related to you too, wasn't it?"
