"Sacred... Sacred Master?"

The people in the hall were overjoyed to see Julius Reed, his eyes covered with a red cloth!

They could still recognize the Sacred Master.

Moreover, Julius Reed returning to Demarco Mount needed no disguise.

He maintained his original appearance.

"Sacred Master, save us!"

"We are innocent!"

Crying for help echoed continuously.

"You’ve returned." Hiddy, no longer angry as before, instead walked towards Julius Reed with excitement, tears flashing in her eyes, "I heard you suffered severe injuries, I really wanted to...really wanted to come to you...but...but this place couldn’t be without me."

"It’s alright, I know." Julius Reed extended his hand and embraced Hiddy. "You’ve worked hard during the days I wasn’t here."

"It’s nothing." Hiddy couldn’t hold back her tears anymore and sobbed lightly on Julius Reed’s shoulder.

"Quella Radcliffe she..."

"Nothing happened to Quella Radcliffe, you don’t need to blame yourself." Julius Reed patted Hiddy’s back and whispered, "Anyone I wish to stay, even the divine can’t take away."

"Okay." Hiddy nodded, wiping away her tears, gently touching Julius Reed’s eyes, "Are you alright?"

"People must sacrifice to gain." Julius Reed held Hiddy’s hand and slowly walked before those people, "I know that person isn’t among you. So now, I decide to release you."

"Sacred Master is wise!"

The people shouted excitedly.

But worried about Hiddy bearing a grudge, they quickly shouted, "Sacred Master’s wife is wise!"

Hiddy, who was initially a bit unhappy, surprisingly felt a bit pleased upon hearing the title of Sacred Master’s wife.

"But..."

Julius Reed slowly drew the Emerald King Sword from his waist, "This sword has a spirit, it can know who among you is innocent and who is not."

Having said that, he threw the sword forward!

Swish!

The Emerald King Sword spun a few times in the air and directly darted into the crowd!

"Ah..."

A burst of exclamation.

The crowd scattered.

The sword, however, hung before a person.

This person wasn’t among those captured, but one of the captors.

The deputy commander of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance’s garrison army, Ilya Weather.

Inside the hall, a silence descended.

"Sacred Master, is this..." Ilya Weather chuckled lightly, pointing at the sword in front of him, "Suspecting me?"

"It can’t be Commander Weather!"

"Commander Weather was on the back mountain that day, I can attest!"

"Dozens of us brothers vouch that Commander Weather was indeed always on the back mountain."

Members of the garrison army began to defend him.

Even Hiddy felt incredulous.

Is it really Ilya Weather?

Impossible.

The captor being the suspect?

But with so many garrison members proving it, could it be that the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance had so many traitors?

They each acted independently, only obeying Hiddy’s commands, and they changed every so often,

so there was no possibility of covering up.

"Answer my question."

Julius Reed stood with hands behind his back, calmly said, "Why listen to Silvio Reed."

He was merely speculating.

Not certain if Silvio Reed had really died.

Like with the Golden Cicada, Julius Reed couldn’t perceive Ilya Weather’s inner thoughts.

But the issue lay in that among all those people, Julius Reed could hear each one’s thoughts, except for Ilya Weather, who was silent.

This was very unusual.

Silvio Reed couldn’t have appeared at Demarco Mount without any sign.

One can’t fabricate memories!

So, Ilya Weather must have been tampered with by Silvio Reed to prevent being overheard but couldn’t disguise.

No disguise meant the problem was severe.

"Sacred Master, I don’t know..."

Shank!

The Emerald King Sword embedded half a centimeter.

Ilya Weather was stunned.

His throat began to ooze blood.

"Sacred Master..."

"When I ask questions, I don’t wish to be interrupted." Julius Reed raised a hand, and the garrison members dared not speak further.

"Answer my question."

Julius Reed took a few steps forward, asked again.

"I didn’t..."

Shank!

A centimeter!

Ilya Weather’s body trembled, on the verge of losing stability.

The longsword embedded a centimeter into the throat!

Ordinary people might have lost their lives by now.

"Your father died at The North Sea, your family background is clear, I truly didn’t expect it to be you."

Julius Reed slowly extended his hand, grabbing the sword, pulling it back.

Blood gushed but not fatally.

"You know my methods well. And this concerns Quella Radcliffe, my wife."

Julius Reed retracted the Emerald King Sword and grasped Ilya Weather’s neck, gritting his teeth, "Don’t make me really act!"

Cold air slowly seeped into Ilya Weather’s body.

He was terrified.

He feared!

This man before him, with just a word, shattered his psychological defenses.

That is Julius Reed.

The man standing at the pinnacle of this world!

"I don’t wish for your father’s reputation to be tarnished by you."

Julius Reed released his grip, and Ilya Weather collapsed onto the ground.

He indeed had no ability or capital to resist.

Faced with Julius Reed, he utterly collapsed.

"It was...he informed me through Formation." Ilya Weather finished speaking to the stunned people around him.

They couldn’t believe it was truly Ilya Weather who did it!

"Who is he!"

Julius Reed’s heart tightened.

"A mysterious figure, I haven’t seen him, but I’ve always obeyed him." Ilya Weather laughed bitterly, "It’s long past the point of lies. Perhaps decades ago, I suddenly met him one day, this mysterious figure taught me skills, gave me spiritual medicine. Especially after my father died fighting at The North Sea, he comforted me, saying he was my father."

"I’ve received too many favors from him. I don’t know his identity, but I’d do anything for him, including sacrificing my life."

Ilya Weather looked at the garrison members who vouched for him, smiled and said, "I’ve let down the brothers. Actually, I went out that day because I received instructions, those clouds in the sky were our communication symbols. And the martial arts I showed outside, were, in fact, means of casting my magic."

Surrounded by shocked gazes, Ilya Weather looked at Julius Reed, "Years ago, that person left me a bottle, he said if necessary in the future, just do as instructed." 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

"The bottle is with me." He took out something like a water cup from his clothes, handed it to Julius Reed, "There’s still a little inside. From ancient times, it’s hard to uphold both loyalty and duty! I had to obey him, but I couldn’t completely betray you. The mist in the bottle, I only consumed half of it using Formation."

"That Formation leads directly to Demarco Mount, ordinary people have no response, but if an ordinary person inhales it, they would fall unconscious."

"I’ve wronged you."

Ilya Weather heavily kowtowed to Julius Reed.

"I have no face as a man."

He quickly drew a blade, slashed his own face!

After dozens of cuts, he was already unrecognizable.

Only then did he use a blade to end his own life.

"Ilya Weather died suddenly, buried beside his father’s tomb. If anyone leaks a word of today, they shall be killed."

Julius Reed raised the bottle and gently shook it.

Inside, was a pale cyan mist.