The World Keeps Spinning

He should have thought of it long ago. Other than the abnormal skill of passing through worlds that Wolf Flute had only shown him before, who else could teleport prisoners away from the Judgement Tower? Other than the warehouse that he said was for the wolves, where else in the Sacred City could shelter a few dozen escaped prisoners?

Other than him, who else could continue supplying information about the Silent Authority to the Revolutionaries?

Other than him, who else would become nervous at noticing Ye Qingxuan here and do everything to distract him from noticing these flaws they've always had?

Only Wolf Flute.

Only he could do this.

"Why?" Ye Qingxuan stared at Wolf Flute who was standing on Handel's corpse in the puddle of blood. "Aren't you Bach's student? Wolf Flute! How could you do this?"