Quan Lingshu's forced laughter faded, but the echo of Bai Zihan's words lingered in the air like a poisonous mist.
Even Princess Sun Yaoqing thought that while Bai Zihan didn't have any proof, his words made sense.
After all, for a slave to gain cultivation and then be able to defend against a Core Condensation Realm expert was literally impossible—unless he had some forbidden technique or, like Bai Zihan said, practiced demonic cultivation.
Princess Sun Yaoqing, who had remained quiet so far, finally spoke.
Her tone was calm, but her brows were faintly furrowed.
"Clan Head Quan," she said softly, "Young Master Bai raises a fair question. It doesn't hurt to be more cautious. Why don't you check whether he has practiced Demonic Art or not?"
Her words were diplomatic—neither accusatory nor defensive—but they carried undeniable weight.
Quan Lingshu's smile stiffened.
(Princess Sun as well?)
He didn't dare defy her suggestion outright.
