So that’s the man responsible for this entire mess?0

Looking at the young cultivator with sunken eyes and a gaunt face on the screen, Wang Sheng felt a sense of dissonance—much like everyone else.0

Was this barely alive, frail-looking man really their opponent?0

"Daoist Master Wang…" Mou Yue called softly from beside him. "You're really heavy. Let me push you somewhere with a better view."0

"Ah, thank you." Wang Sheng, who had been pushing down on Mou Yue's shoulder with his left hand to stay on his feet, calmly let go and settled back into the wheelchair.0

Mou Yue quickly pushed him to a corner near Chi Ling, giving him a much better view. Now, he could see all of the screens, one of which displayed a small storage room. 0

Inside, Guo Qianxing lay on a single bed, white sheets scattered around him. He had none of the advanced electronic equipment one might expect or any defensive talismans in place. He remained perfectly still as two heavily armed soldiers approached and locked him in special restraints that sealed meridians.0

Inside the command center, a middle-aged officer turned to Chi Ling. "Captain, should we bring him in or interrogate him on the spot?"0

"Go interrogate him on the spot and make him confess his entire plan. Since...0