"Young Master Chu, please come with me."
Ying Chaoyun led Shen Zhao through the courtyard and into a two-story pavilion.
As soon as she sat down, Ying Chaoyun said directly, "I apologize for the trouble that Fengyulou has caused Young Master Chu. If Young Master Chu has any requests, Fengyulou will do its best to fulfill them."
Shen Zhao: "This is not the fault of the host. I came to the host today only to confirm one thing: is Darba's death related to Fengyulou?"
"have."
Ying Chaoyun answered crisply and decisively.
“I fought Darba yesterday.”
In short, it gets straight to the point.
"Was the host injured?"
"It's a minor injury, nothing serious."
"So, Darba was also injured at the time?"
Ying Chaoyun raised a cup of tea, nodded slightly, which was taken as tacit agreement.
Shen Zhao: "Thank you for your frankness, OP."
"Of course, is there anything else you'd like to ask, Young Master Chu?"
"I want to know, besides Darba himself, who else in the world can cultivate the Vajra Mudra to its peak?"
Ying Chaoyun thought for a moment: "Besides Darba himself, only one other person could cultivate the Vajra Seal to such a level."
Only his disciple, Venerable Golden Saint, possessed such talent, but Venerable Golden Saint regarded Darba as a god and would never commit the act of murdering his master.
"In that case, thank you very much, host."
Having obtained the information he wanted, Shen Zhao got up to leave.
"Wait, can I ask you a question too?"
"Please go ahead, OP."
"Who exactly are you? Why are you getting involved in this mess?"
"I was just doing this on someone's behalf, you don't need to think too much about it."
Shen Zhao gave a perfunctory reply and quietly disappeared into the darkness.
Watching Shen Zhao's figure disappear, Ying Zhaoyun murmured softly, "Could it be you?"
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