A gentle breeze swept by, and Yang Jian's mud effigy crumbled into a pile of rubble.
Shen Bai narrowed his eyes. He opened his left hand, shaking off the stone dust.
Ding Quan's face was a mask of shock. "Lord Shen, what in the world just happened?"
He was still completely baffled.
He had no idea what had just occurred, why Yang Jian had suddenly turned traitor, or why he had said such bizarre things.
Shen Bai looked back and said, "I will explain what happened in detail later. For now, we find the murderers first."
Ding Quan said hurriedly, "Yes, Lord Shen! I'll go gather clues at once."
"No need." Shen Bai raised a hand. "We don't need clues for now. Just wait here for me."
After saying this, without waiting for Ding Quan to speak further, Shen Bai shot into the air, becoming a blurry afterimage as he soared into the sky.
Then, after about the time it takes for half an incense stick to burn, Shen Bai flew back.
This time, he seemed to be carrying something in his hand.
