Infiltration

Million Sword Hall.

Inside the hall were Qing Yang Zi and Zhao Qing Ying, seated next to each other.

Qing Yang Zi was stroking his beard while Zhao Qing Ying was tapping on the table, bored out of his mind.

A moment later, Zhao Ming Ye came in.

His robe had bloodstains on it, and he didn't even change into a new one before coming over to report.

He clasped his hands and bowed to both of them.

"Anything useful?" Qing Yang Zi asked.

Zhao Ming Ye nodded, looked around, and hesitated to speak as there were some menial disciples nearby.

Raising his hand, Qing Yang Zi emitted a white glow that engulfed himself, Zhao Qing Ying, and Zhao Ming Ye.

"You can speak freely now. No one can hear anything from outside."

"I gathered from Lu Di's memories that they are planning something that has to do with the Emperor's Concubine.

"They have spies in many sects and even the imperial court.