City Lord's Mansion, Kuixing Pavilion.
The early autumn wind carried a hint of chill.
Mu Ying stood at the very edge of the observation deck, gripping the railing with both hands, gazing at the autumn moon occasionally obscured by dark clouds, with a faint smile on his lips.
The conversation with Chen Yang, although not yielding a definitive result, confirmed his suspicions.
In reality, looking across the entire Yuning Mountain, apart from Chen Changsheng and his group, there would be no one else.
Of course, all of this was based on Mu Ying's understanding of Chen Changsheng and the entire Changsheng Sect.
Ordinary people wouldn't be able to push their guesses to such a precise extent.
"Master, the facts aren't entirely clear yet. Trusting Chen Yang so much, might it be too reckless?" asked an elderly man behind Mu Ying, who was the head steward of the City Lord's Mansion, stepping forward.
"I, Mu Ying, always think things through and never do anything without certainty."
