Don't just assume the people siding with Min Qianhu believe it, even those squeezing him out don't buy it.
The woman calling herself Ma Que seemed like she wanted to say more, but just then, Wu Duzhu looked up and saw Min Ning returning.
Wu Qingsheng asked, "What is it now?"
Min Ning replied calmly, "I forgot to remind Duzhu, this woman is full of cunning tricks. She even claimed to be a spy from Xique Pavilion in front of me, only to have her ruse exposed by me."
Upon hearing this, Wu Qingsheng's gaze turned sharp, locking onto the member of the magic cult.
After a moment, he let out a cold laugh and said, "Well, well, no wonder you're part of the magic cult; such mastery of deception."
The magic cult member trembled slightly but said no more.
In the next instant.
A blade tip suddenly shot out from her sleeve.
The cold dagger pierced the air, aimed straight at Wu Qingsheng's throat!
The blade glinted like snow, brimming with killing intent.
