“Dead?” Zu An repeated, surprised. After all, the evidence had previously stated that Golden Token Seven drowned. If he had died before falling into the water, how could that have escaped the notice of so many Embroidered Envoys who specialized in forensics? 

“You’re just trying to make up some excuse to say it has nothing to do with you, right?” Zu An retorted. He had inspected Golden Token Seven himself. That was death by drowning without a doubt, so he naturally didn’t believe the turtle monster. It was probably just scared that Zu An would retaliate if it spoke the truth.

“Absolutely not!” the turtle spirit exclaimed. It pointed toward the sky and vowed, “Even if I harmed some cultivators before, it was all out of self-defense! I’m a kind spirit!”

Zu An sneered. Several greenish-gray hands had suddenly rushed out from the ground. If his cultivation had been a bit lower,...