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A young man with a robust figure stood at the door; he was a member of the Dawn Squad.

Upon seeing Fang Qingyu, the young man straightened his back immediately and respectfully whispered, "Brother Yu!"

Fang Qingyu nodded in acknowledgment, and the young man promptly turned around, leading him through the simply arranged entrance toward the interior of the villa.

In the living room, Yan Lin was lazily reclining on the wide leather sofa.

Her long, straight legs encased in tight leather pants were casually placed on the edge of the coffee table.

She was engrossed in her smartphone.

Upon hearing footsteps, she didn’t raise her head; she just pursed her lips under the silver mask as a form of greeting.

Fang Qingyu ignored her as well.

Yan Lin’s demeanor suggested that the Desolate Bone Corps hadn’t caused any trouble under her watchful eyes.

Thus, he directly followed the Dawn Squad member upstairs.

In an elegantly decorated study on the second floor, the one-armed old leader was sitting alone on a single sofa by the window.

Morning light streamed through the sheer curtains, illuminating him.

It reflected on his face, full of wrinkles and fatigue.

His eyes stared vacantly out the window, motionless.

Upon hearing steady footsteps behind him, the old leader’s body slightly trembled, and he slowly turned his head.

When he saw it was Fang Qingyu, his murky old eyes barely squeezed out a complex expression mingling gratitude and reverence, struggling to get up: "Captain Fang, you’ve come."

"Sit," Fang Qingyu said, his voice calm and indifferent.

He walked to the sofa opposite the old leader and sat down.

His gaze was like a deep pool, falling on the old man’s face, without any unnecessary chit-chat; he got straight to the point:

"Old leader, what is the specific name of the Invincible Technique your son is cultivating? Do you know of any special prerequisites required for its cultivation?"

The old leader was taken aback by this sudden question, his face showing a mix of confusion and bitterness, instinctively shaking his head: "This... Captain Fang, to be honest, since my son stepped into Tier Two, he’s been very independent in his cultivation path, rarely discussing the details with me, an old man. The name of the technique he cultivates, its specific taboos, I truly do not know."

Fang Qingyu quietly watched him perform, his face showing no emotion.

He only slightly leaned back, resting one hand casually on the sofa armrest, his gaze unnervingly calm.

He spoke again:

"Oh? Is that so? But as far as I know, Chen Wudi’s current state, looking worse than death, is not caused by the Celestial Punishment Association’s god-making... but because he failed to meet the prerequisites for the Invincible Technique yet forcibly tried to cultivate it, resulting in his current state, isn’t it?"

Upon hearing this...

The old man’s expression instantly stiffened.

His body began to tremble uncontrollably, his skeletal hands clutching the sofa armrest tightly, his knuckles turning white from pressure.

Yet Fang Qingyu’s questioning was not finished.

Observing the old man’s reaction, Fang Qingyu pressed on with another question.

"Moreover, are you certain your grandson is dead?"

The old man stared into Fang Qingyu’s eyes without speaking.

The study fell into an unbearable dead silence.

Standing behind Fang Qingyu, the member of the Dawn Squad also sensed the tense atmosphere, instinctively tensing his body, his eyes warily fixed on the old leader.

Time passed minute by minute.

The old man’s face completely lost its color, turning ashen gray.

His murky eyes were flooded with various complex emotions.

Long, long after.

A hoarse voice finally broke the silence:

"Captain Fang, I apologize." The old man barely squeezed out these words, then slowly stood up from the sofa.

His hunched figure appeared extraordinarily thin and desolate in the morning light.

He didn’t dare to look into Fang Qingyu’s eyes again, his gaze cast down, his voice filled with despondence:

"I have indeed lied to you about many things."

"But, the conditions I promised you are absolutely true, I swear on my life."

"As for deceiving you... I knew this would be uncovered by you sooner or later. I never harbored any illusion. It’s just that the circumstances forced my hand at the time... Alas..."

He tremblingly stretched out his intact hand, shakily retrieving a prepared brown paper envelope from the inner pocket of his jacket.

The envelope appeared somewhat worn, with frayed edges.

"Inside, are things I prepared beforehand."

The old leader solemnly handed the envelope to Fang Qingyu, "I give it to you now, Captain Fang."

Fang Qingyu curiously raised an eyebrow, reached out and accepted the envelope, still warm from the old man’s body temperature.

The envelope weighed a bit in his hand.

Just as he intended to tear it open to uncover what trick the old fox was playing...

"Uh—!"

A muffled groan suddenly echoed.

Fang Qingyu sharply looked up.

Only to see the old leader across from him trembling violently.

His complexion changed from ashen gray to a bizarre shade of bluish-purple instantly.

His eyes widened abruptly, the eyeballs almost protruding from their sockets.

A stream of fresh blood, without any warning, gushed out from his cracked lips, quickly reddening his chin and front.

The entire process unfolded at an astonishing pace.

The pupils of the Dawn Squad member standing behind Fang Qingyu shrank abruptly.

Hell, a Tier Three just committed suicide like that!?

Yet Fang Qingyu’s expression remained unchanged.

Not even a hint of emotion ripple across his face.

His Starry Eyes.

Simply, extremely calmly watched the scene before him unfold.

The old man’s bloodstained and pain-stricken face froze in front of him, as the body lost all support and strength, collapsing forward, landing on the floor.

"Thud."

The dull sound of the fall reverberated through the silent study.

Fang Qingyu slowly stood up, without even looking down at the lifeless body that was rapidly cooling.