Though Lightford praised them on the surface, the wariness in his heart was hardly lessened. Their words and actions held no obvious problems, but he remained ill at ease for some reason.
He couldn't confirm whether this originated from paranoia or correct instinct.
“Master Lightford, fellow comrades. You came from Radiance and Sunrise, yes? The daoists garrisoned there must have fallen to misfortune, then.” Lan Tianhao’s voice was rather somber.
“Tell me all about Teng and Huang. What did they do after coming here?” Lightford asked suddenly. “Don’t withhold anything from me.”