Just then, the disciples who had been searching returned, and the leader presented them with something. "Master, this is the soft sword we found behind the artificial hill!"

"A soft sword..." Xia Chao was the master of the Hidden Weapon Bureau, which was known for its forging of weapons. He had a deep understanding of this rare weapon. "The soft sword is known as the king of a hundred blades. It is not suitable for slashing or stabbing, but it can be used for cutting. It can easily sever blood vessels and ligaments at joints. It can kill people by severing the neck vein. It is very powerful, but it is more difficult to use. The wounds on Wan Ting's body could indeed have been caused by this kind of weapon that is as thin as a cicada's wing."

Qi Chang'an looked at a young man in the room and said, "Young Master Shen, would you please take a look?"

This young man surnamed Shen is from the Shen family of Golden Needles. When it comes to knowledge of weapons, no one can compare to Xia Chao, but when it comes to medicine and poisons, no one can compare to the Shen family of Golden Needles.

"This sword... is indeed poisoned." After taking out a wooden box and releasing the bees from it, which then landed on the sword, the young master Shen came to this conclusion.

The reason why Wan Ting fell into a coma was not due to the sword wound on his body, but to the poison he had been poisoned with.

Xia Chao then asked the disciple, "Where did you find this sword?"

"It was behind the artificial hill on the way to the back garden that I found this sword." Speaking of which, it was a coincidence that the sword was found. The blade was hidden in the grass, but the sunlight refracted and made it visible to the searchers.

"Wait a minute..." Wang Ci's eyes were sharp. "Is there something engraved on the hilt of this sword?"

"Hmm?" Xia Chao saw that there really was an inscription. He picked up the soft sword. "It... has the character 'Qi' engraved on it..."

Qi?

Of everyone present, only one had the surname Qi.

All eyes were fixed on Qi Chang'an, filled with disbelief.

“It can’t be him!” Feng Guang immediately said, “This can’t be his sword. If he really is the murderer, why would he just throw a murder weapon with his name engraved on it on the ground?”

What Fengguang said is true.

But seeing that Qi Chang'an didn't speak, Feng Guang looked at him anxiously, "Why don't you say something! This sword isn't yours, is it?"

“Feng Guang is right.” Qi Chang’an’s gaze softened, and he smiled as he said slowly, “This sword is not mine.”

He wasn't explaining this to anyone else; he was only saying it to her.

Sun Yuanshan said, "That's right. No one would carelessly throw away a murder weapon with their own name engraved on it. As far as I know, Alliance Leader Qi and Young Master Wanting were walking together towards the back garden, and Young Master Wanxuan was also walking towards the back garden."

Hua Yan stepped forward and said, "Does Sect Leader Sun mean that Young Master Wanxuan deliberately threw the sword there to frame Alliance Leader Qi?"

"Who knows?" Sun Yuanshan was just someone who enjoyed watching the excitement, and he didn't take Hua Yan's righteous indignation seriously at all.

Wanxuan wasn't in a hurry to defend herself.

“No,” Wang Ci said. “Wanxuan wouldn’t do something so foolish. He’s the only one who frequents the back garden. And once we find such obvious evidence as a murder weapon with his name engraved on it, we would naturally assume that the real murderer wouldn’t throw away a murder weapon with his name on it. Following this line of thought, does that mean the person whose name was engraved on the hilt… ​​is now safe and clear of suspicion?”