Ling Yan reacted swiftly, pulling the curtain, pushing open the window, and leaping out in one fluid motion. Although the person had long legs and arms and ran very fast, they were no match for Ling Yan in the end.
He was dragged back by the scruff of his neck by Ling Yan.
Ling Yan closed the doors and windows again, adopting the same posture as Mu Yuan—arms crossed over his chest—looking down at Hou San, who was sitting slumped on the ground by the spiral staircase, his head hanging low.
"General, Brother Ling, I didn't hear anything, I really didn't hear anything."
"General, how should we handle this?"
Mu Yuan decisively picked up the sword leaning against the table, a fierce and cold light glinting in his fox-like eyes.
"If a secret is known by even one extra person, there's a possibility of it being leaked. Kill him."
Ling Yan grasped Mu Yuan's hand, not expecting him to choose such an extreme and efficient way of handling things.
