Zu An immediately focused his attention when he heard that. Looks like this trip was worth making after all.

Unfortunately, the voice was a bit hoarse and strange, as if that person were intentionally altering his voice.

“Would any of you here be able to feel at ease if Zuo Su weren’t dead?” The black-robed individual sitting farthest out spoke up just then in a slightly mocking tone.

Zu An frowned. He really couldn't understand why these individuals would cover themselves up hat way, even modifying their voice. Don’t tell me these people can't even distinguish between each other here?

But upon closer inspection, he still saw some differences. Even though they wore black robes, the patterns on their sleeves and collars were different.

The decorative designs on the one seated farthest away were white. The designs on the one to his left were orange, and the designs on the person to his left were red. The other two individuals’ decorative designs were blue and yellow.

What do these colors represent? Zu An wondered.

But what made his expression become even more grave were those people’s cultivations. Even though it was hard...