"This, if you ask me, I definitely don't know..."

Hong Butian raised his hands above his head, looked at the long sword on his neck, and swallowed.

"But this brave man holding me with a sword might know something...

Well, calm down, calm down, don’t do anything, killing is not good!”

"Who are you calling a hero?"

A soft hum sounded behind Hong Butian. The person behind him put a sword on Hong Butian's neck and slowly turned to face him, allowing Hong Butian to see his appearance clearly.

Well, a beautiful girl in black, who seemed to be in her twenties, was looking at Hong Butian with a sneer.

"Master asked me to investigate the already empty Yaowang Sect, saying that there might be some clues left here..."

Zhao Zhuji looked at Hong Butian warily and snorted coldly: "Sure enough, I caught a suspicious character as soon as I came here. Is this the reason why criminals always return to the scene of the crime..."

"Ahaha?"

Hong Butian blinked: "Suspicious? Prisoner? Who is it?"

It must be this ring, right?

It must be a ring!

He is the most suspicious!

"Still pretending to be confused!"

Zhao Zhuji cursed angrily: "Monster, you haven't shown your true form yet! Look at my magic weapon, [demon mirror? small]!"

"Huh?"

Hong Butian watched as the girl suddenly took out a small round mirror and pointed it at him. His face suddenly appeared in it and he blinked.

"Well, it's true that I've been very busy these days, and I've become a bit slovenly, but you can't put a sword on my neck just because I'm not good at hygiene, can you?"

"Ah?"

Zhao Zhuji looked into the small round mirror and found that nothing had changed. She opened her eyes wide and exclaimed.

"Can even the [demon mirror? Xiao] be able to conceal the past?

Who are you, a monster, to have such abilities?!"

After a pause, Zhao Zhuji frowned and said: "He is indeed a guy who can destroy the Yaowang Sect. He does have some skills... Tell me! What is your prototype?"

"Uh..."

Hongbutian laughed and said: "Is there a possibility that I am actually a human being?"

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

Zhao Zhuji snorted: "Since the Yaowang Sect was destroyed, how could anyone come to such a remote place?!"

"..."

Hongxiaotian remained silent and stared at Zhao Zhuji silently.

"You called me not a human being!"

Zhao Zhuji's face turned red with anger: "How dare you!"

"I didn't say anything!"

"Your eyes have said it!"

"..."

"Look, it's the default!"

"What the hell..."

"Okay, let's stop!"

A tired old voice came from the ring, and a shadow of an old man appeared around the two of them. He looked at Zhao Zhuji's clothes with a clear look on his face, and couldn't help but sigh.

"It turns out to be someone from the Wujiang Sword Sect. If you are investigating, that means that the culprit who harmed our Yaowang Sect is a foreign race?"

Zhao Zhuji: "Are you...?"

Hong Butian: "Who are you?"

"You brat, who do you think I am!"
Chapter completed!