Five minutes later, Mo Changhao spoke up once more, “He seems fine to me.”

He still maintained his perspective, but it was now obviously laced with some measure of uncertainty.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Xianlong responded with some sullenness, “I’d once acceded to an albatross’ request to investigate him.”

“You did what?” Mo Changhao instinctively thought that to be ridiculous, but soon capitulated on second thoughts, “Actually… had I been in your shoes, I would’ve done the same as well.”

“But the albatross is dead.”

“What?!” Mo Changhao was startled again, “The albatross is dead? They’re true survivalists that never seem to perish in the line of duty. They’re elites in every right! How did they die?!”

Zhou Xianlong responded with indifference, “His life was claimed by a Hellguard. That particular albatross was one that had just joined the organization, and he was merely a Soul Hunter. On the surface, everything seems to check out.”

They had unwittingly begun to speculate and speak about their uncertainties.

Mo Changhao responded with a grim expression, “But in reality?”

“I don’t know.” Zhou Xianlong sighed, “Truth be told, I’ve kept a close watch over Little Qin over the last year or so. There’s no way he would have had any opportunities to execute his duties and functions as King Yanluo. But still… don’t you think that everything happening right now is far too coincidental?”

“He advances at godspeed, almost as though his progress isn’t obstructed...