Chapter 175: Accepting a Hunt Down Mission! Imperial Inquisition! Interrogating the Emperor

Chapter 175: Accepting the Assassination Mission! The Imperial Tribunal! Summoned Before the God-Emperor's Chosen! Awkward!

Boom!!!

The moment those lines of text, drenched in blood and betrayal, met Qin Feng's eyes, his entire mind felt as if a supernova had detonated from within, blasting everything apart!

A fury beyond words, capable of melting steel in an instant, erupted from the deepest recesses of his soul, sweeping outward in a maddening torrent!

In that instant, the psychic core of his power armor seemed to groan under the weight of this terrifying emotion, emitting a faint, strained hum of distress!

Yet this extreme rage, enough to incinerate reason, lasted only a fleeting moment.

In the next instant, all the fury, all the savagery, all the murderous intent, was forcibly suppressed, reined in, and sealed away by an even greater force—an absolute calm, cold as ten-thousand-year-old ice!

Qin Feng's face betrayed no expression.

His deep, penetrating eyes shifted from crimson back to a deathly stillness, as placid as an ancient well.

He did not reply to any message.

With a single thought, Qin Feng retracted the newly equipped "Minglong" power armor, majestic and imposing, back into his subspace storage unit.

Then, he called up the coordinates of Shi Potian's dormitory and directly initiated a subspace teleportation at the highest authority level!

"Vroom——!"

Accompanied by a violent distortion of space that nearly tore at the soul,

Qin Feng's figure vanished from his own dormitory in an instant.

……

Shi Potian's dormitory.

As Qin Feng's form materialized outside the door, still trailing faint spatial ripples,

a pungent odor, thick enough to be almost tangible, a mixture of high-grade recovery potions and disinfectant, slammed into his nostrils like a hammer.

The spacious dormitory had been hastily converted into an emergency room.

Several medical personnel in white uniforms bearing the emblem of "Canaan Rescue and Treatment Center" were bustling in and out, busy with their tasks.

Their movements were skilled, professional, and methodical.

Qin Feng's gaze swept immediately to the center of the room.

One look, and his frozen emotions uncontrollably clenched!

Shi Potian was half-reclining on a medical bed.

His two arms, once wielding the Ninefold Thunderblade, were now severed at the shoulders!

The wounds were wrapped in thick, medicine-soaked white bandages, but traces of blood still seeped through.

His face was pale as paper, yet his eyes still held a heartbreaking calm.

Beside him lay Tiemu.

Tiemu's condition was slightly better.

He had only lost his left arm and was also receiving treatment.

His eyes were tightly shut, and on his chiseled, perpetually stern face, muscles twitched uncontrollably.

But what unsettled Qin Feng the most was the figure on another medical bed… Xiong Yanfu!

That once iron-tower-like "Little Fatty," brimming with vitality, now lay still in bed, deep in a coma.

His lower body… was completely gone!

From the waist down, there was nothing!

Only a layer of soft, green-glowing "life gel," like jelly, covered the horrific, gaping wound, sustaining his vital signs.

Fortunately, all data was normal, and life activities were steadily progressing. Little Fatty would survive.

Seeing this, Qin Feng's body swayed slightly.

He stood there quietly, watching everything, saying nothing, not stepping forward.

Now was not the time to disturb.

He could sense that these medical personnel were not ordinary students.

They all exuded a deep, powerful aura far beyond that of fifth- or sixth-rank warriors.

They were members of the Canaan Star Martial Arts University's "Rescue and Treatment Center."

Senior students, true seventh- and eighth-rank warriors, who took on daily tasks.

Warriors, especially high-rank ones, often accumulated vast experience in self-healing over long years of cultivation and countless battles where they brushed against death.

From how to mix different potions for optimal effect, to using special recovery methods to speed up healing, to accurately assessing one's own recovery progress…

All this was precious knowledge bought with blood.

But for most warriors still at the fourth or fifth rank, who had yet to undergo so many life-and-death trials, their experience remained scarce.

Thus, the "Rescue and Treatment Center" came into being.

Experienced, powerful senior students provided the most professional treatment and invaluable knowledge to their juniors who had suffered severe injuries on missions.

And this was also the most rewarding of all daily tasks.

Qin Feng stood silently to the side, listening.

"Tsk, such severe injuries, and this lingering, chaotic, nauseating psychic fluctuation… You kids went to wipe out a cult of heretical gods, didn't you? Bold, aren't you?"

A burly senior student with a thick beard, who was changing Shi Potian's medication, spoke in a tone of experience, clicking his tongue in amazement as he worked deftly.

"Remember, for severe wounds, use high-intensity 'Potential Stimulant.' Don't be afraid of the pain. You need to push your body into an overload state during the repair process. That way, after breaking down and rebuilding, once you fully recover, your strength might even be stronger than before."

"Don't panic, young man."

Another senior student, treating Shi Potian's severed arm wound, noticed his furrowed brow and spoke gently to comfort him.

"Losing an arm is nothing. After recovery, it won't stop you from using your blade. I've lost dozens of arms myself over my cultivation journey, and I'm still fine. In fact, it helped me develop a unique killing move called 'Arm-Sacrifice for Injury.' On the battlefield, I've caught many unwary aliens off guard."

……

These senior students had no idea what kind of brutal betrayal and grief Shi Potian and his team had endured.

They simply saw this as a routine case of severe injury after a failed mission.

With their kind, even somewhat rough humor, they gently comforted these "junior brothers," who still seemed a bit green in their eyes, while generously sharing their hard-earned experience.

Shi Potian and Tiemu said nothing.

They just listened quietly, then nodded silently.

Soon, all emergency treatments were completed.

The bearded senior student stood up and spoke solemnly to Shi Potian and Tiemu:

"Alright, your injuries are temporarily stabilized. That little fatty, though the worst off, has his vital signs steady too. Now comes the long recovery period."

"From now on, we'll come by daily at set times to check your recovery status. If any emergency arises in the meantime, contact us immediately through the emergency channel."

"Good, thank you, senior."

Shi Potian, with solemn gravity, expressed his thanks to the several senior students.

Qin Feng also stepped forward, giving them a slight nod to convey his gratitude.

After those senior students had gathered their belongings and turned to leave,

the entire dormitory instantly plunged into a suffocating, deathly stillness.

As the alloy door slowly closed,

Qin Feng could no longer contain himself.

In a single bound, he rushed to Shi Potian’s bedside, and for the first time, a blood-red flame ignited in his deadened eyes!

“What exactly happened?!”

His voice was hoarse and low, yet it carried a terrifying chill potent enough to freeze a volcano.

“Lei Meng… has fallen?!”

“Mm.”

Tiemu, who had remained silent all along, let out from his throat a nasal sound, dull to the extreme and brimming with pain.

Shi Potian slowly closed his eyes, drawing a deep breath as if to suppress the overwhelming grief and rage within him.

When he opened his eyes again, his gaze had returned to absolute calm.

He looked at Qin Feng and, in a tone so heavy it seemed to force out each word, slowly recounted that nightmare-like experience.

“After the Newcomer Cup ended, we, along with Shi Dang, took on a mission to eradicate the ‘Death Worship Cult.’”

“The ‘Death Worship Cult’ is a primitive sect common in many fringe planetary civilizations. It stems from intelligent beings’ fear of death and their unknown confusion and contemplation of the afterlife. Originally, it was just an ordinary, low-difficulty cleanup mission.”

“But we all overlooked one thing. The ‘Death Worship Cult’ on this planet had completely fused ‘death’ with extreme emotions like ‘battle,’ ‘glory,’ and ‘faith.’ They had formed a barbaric warrior tribe that glorified blood sacrifice…”

“And this faith, charged with extreme emotions, ultimately attracted the attention of an evil god.”

Shi Potian’s voice trembled slightly.

“Our mission was to unite with other native strongmen on that planet to completely annihilate the ‘Death Worship Cult.’”

“The mission process went fairly smoothly. About five months ago, roughly a month after you conquered the hundredth floor of Canaan Tower and the whole school broadcasted it, we had mostly completed the main part of the mission, thoroughly razing the cult’s lair.”

“Then the problem arose over the distribution of spoils.”

“Shi Dang had a dispute with a native strongman from our allied tribe over the spoils. Then Shi Dang struck. He killed that native strongman on the spot.”

“By the time we arrived, it had already happened. We urged him to report the true situation to the school honestly, but he refused. He demanded we conceal this information for him.”

“Naturally, we couldn’t agree. Then… he turned on us.”

“In that battle, we broke his power armor. Only then did we discover… his body, his flesh, had long since… undergone a terrifying mutation beyond our understanding!”

“By then, we knew it was too late. We had no choice but to force an emergency warp jump and flee from there.”

At this point, Shi Potian’s face, which he had forcibly kept calm, could no longer hold back and twisted completely.

His eyes were filled with endless, remorseful bloodshot veins!

“It was Lei Meng…”

“It was he who, in that final instant, used his own body to block Shi Dang’s fatal blow for us…”

“Winning us that less-than-0.1-second window for the jump…”

“He fell right there…”

Shi Potian could not continue.

He lowered his head, his broad shoulders shaking violently.

After a long while, he raised his head, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Qin Feng.

“Qin Feng, you warned us before… to be careful of Shi Dang.”

“But none of us imagined… things would escalate to this extent.”

“We never thought the evil god’s gaze was right beside us, in every corner where the warp could project.”

“…”

Having heard the entire account, Qin Feng remained silent.

As Shi Potian’s narrative, filled with endless remorse and pain, broken and halting, fell like the heaviest death knell in the dead-silent dormitory,

Qin Feng was still exceptionally calm.

His face bore no expression.

His deep eyes, like two ancient wells sealed by millennia of ice, showed not a trace of normal human emotional fluctuation.

He offered no comfort, nor did he question.

Because he knew that before such a heavy tragedy, any words were hollow, any blame futile.

He simply stood quietly, looking into Shi Potian’s eyes, which were bloodshot from self-blame and grief, and continued in a tone nearly absolute in its rationality and coldness:

“After you reported to the mentor, did he reply?”

“Check it.”

“Alright.”

Shi Potian, infected by Qin Feng’s extraordinary calm, forcibly broke free from the self-blame that threatened to consume him.

He nodded heavily, raised his only remaining good hand, and quickly operated on the virtual screen before him.

“He replied.”

Shi Potian’s voice was hoarse and dry.

“Not only that.”

“Canaan Star Martial Arts University has… broadcast it school-wide.”

Hearing this, everyone present, including Qin Feng and Tiemu, instinctively opened their personal warp networks and entered the familiar private forum of Canaan Star Martial Arts University.

And this time, what met their eyes was no longer the celebratory red banner congratulating Qin Feng on his tower climb, full of glory and congratulations.

Instead, there was a far larger, more conspicuous broadcast, thick and blood-red, burning like hellfire!

This broadcast was even more domineering than Qin Feng’s, filled with an unyielding will of iron and blood!

It was pinned firmly at the top of the forum, lingering for ages, as if to brand every word it carried deep into the souls of every Canaan student!

And its content sent a bone-deep, icy chill through all who saw it!

[Empire Level One Wanted Order! Traitor Shi Dang, betrayer of humanity, fallen to the cult of the evil god ‘Khorne’! Let all slay him!]

Beneath this title, thick with murderous intent, came a detailed, spine-chilling analysis of Shi Dang’s background from the Empire’s highest enforcement body—the Imperial Inquisition.

[Name: Shi Dang]

[Student ID: K-5-8848]

[Enrollment: 40 years ago]

[Homeworld: Qiming Star]

【Current Strength Assessment: Sixth Rank (Novice)】

【Life History Analysis: From a young age, due to his mixed-blood identity as a ‘Stonefolk,’ he suffered long-term school bullying and teacher discrimination at ‘Venus No. 13 Junior High School.’

Later, he was admitted to ‘Venus River Military Affiliated Senior High School’ (a military academy). Within the military, he gradually developed a paranoid personality: ‘Only through absolute strength and combat can one seize glory, earn respect, and avoid being discriminated against again.’ Subsequently, with outstanding grades, he was admitted to Canaan Star Martial University…】

【The Imperial Tribunal, three minutes ago, has initiated a highest-level, comprehensive background investigation into Shi Dang’s immediate family, all individuals who once bullied him, the relevant teachers at Venus No. 13 Junior High School, the coaches at the martial arts gym he attended, the martial arts instructor team at Venus River Military Affiliated Senior High School, and the school’s political commissar and ideological department… in short, all members of his past social network—!】

Following this cold, verdict-like personal history analysis, there came a latest imperial mission, also marked in blood-red font.

【Wanted Mission: ‘Bloodstone’ Shi Dang】

【Mission Danger Level: (Extremely Dangerous)】

【Target Detailed Information:

Name: Shi Dang

Strength: Sixth Rank Soaring Warrior (Novice)

Estimated Vitality Index: 3800-4500 points

Known Killing Techniques: Mastery-level techniques ‘Thirty-Six Forms of Mountain Cleaving,’ ‘Unmoving Stone Art,’ ‘Mad Blood War Cry’ (suspected Khorne’s Blessing)… (More intelligence will be shared and updated in real-time by the warrior team accepting the mission)】

【Mission Reward: Contribution Points x10,000】

【Current Number of Warriors Accepting Mission: 12,002 (rapidly increasing…)】

【Current Mission Failure Count: 0】

…

When this bloody, betrayal-and-corruption-filled wanted notice was laid bare before all Canaan students,

the entire forum fell into a dead silence.

Everyone was stunned speechless by this sudden, horrifying news.

A heretic cultist!

This term, representing betrayal and taboo, found only in textbooks and legends, had actually appeared alive among them!

And it was someone they had lived with day and night, a former “classmate”!

After the brief silence came a storm more violent and uncontrollable than any before.

“What?! It’s Shi Dang?! That Shi Dang?! Am I seeing this right?! The top hundred contender in the Novice Cup’s fifth-level division, Shi Dang?!”

“Hiss—! How could it be him?! I once carried out a greenskin purge mission with him! Back then, he seemed pretty normal! He fought fiercely and cooperated well with us teammates! How could…”

“He’s actually a follower of Khorne! My god! In the history of Canaan Star Martial University, it’s been thousands of years since a student fell to become a heretic cultist!”

“Look at that life analysis! Stonefolk mixed-blood… bullied and discriminated against since childhood? And he went to a military high school! How did they handle ideological work there?! To let a student’s mind become so twisted!”

“When a person craves the glory of battle too much, they become easy prey for the Blood God…”

On the forum, an uproar erupted.

Shock, disbelief, regret, anger…

All kinds of complex emotions intertwined in every Canaan student’s heart.

At that moment, in Shi Potian’s dormitory,

Qin Feng simply stared quietly at the blood-red wanted notice.

Then, without a moment’s hesitation, he pressed firmly on the bright red button marked “Accept Mission.”

“Buzz—”

“Acceptance successful.”

A cold prompt sounded.

This meant Qin Feng had officially become one of the hunters.

Yet, before Qin Feng could even examine the more detailed hunting intelligence on Shi Dang, just released by the Imperial Tribunal,

“Boom—!!!”

A muffled, extreme roar, like a battering ram striking a city gate, came without warning from the dormitory door!

That sturdy door, forged from high-strength alloy and capable of withstanding a direct hit from a small-scale psionic cannon, was being forced open from the outside with a brutal, absolute power!

Accompanied by the screech of metal, the entire door slowly swung open!

Three figures, towering, full of majesty and oppressive pressure, like gods or demons, stepped in with heavy strides from the open doorway.

Their arrival instantly dimmed the light in the entire dormitory.

An icy, murderous, unquestionable iron-blooded aura, from the empire’s highest law enforcement body, surged in like a frozen current, filling the space and making everyone present tremble with a soul-deep, instinctive shudder!

They were members of the Imperial Tribunal!

They wore three sets of ferocious, heavy power armor, which Qin Feng had never seen before.

— “Judgment Mark I”!

The design of this power armor was filled with the cold, majestic atmosphere of a religious court.

It stood over four meters tall.

The entire body was forged from an unknown alloy, shimmering with a dark golden luster.

Its thickness far exceeded any power armor Qin Feng had ever seen.

On their shoulder plates was engraved a prominent, sacred emblem of the Imperial Tribunal—a sword piercing a skull, surrounded by the double-headed eagle symbolizing absolute authority.

And on the center of their breastplates was stamped an even more ancient and majestic emblem: a trinity of sword, blade, and shield.

The blade represented judgment;

the sword, verdict;

the shield, protection.

They stood there silently, like ancient deities emerging from hell, silent yet suffocating with oppressive pressure.

Qin Feng could clearly feel that each of them radiated a blazing, sun-like life aura.

Stellar-level warriors!

The leading Tribunal member, his gaze hidden beneath the dark golden helmet, slowly swept across the room, finally landing precisely on Qin Feng.

“Qin Feng?”

His voice came through the power armor.

It was an absolute indifference and calm, betraying no attitude or emotion.

As if he faced not a living warrior, but a case file to be processed.

“Mm.”

Qin Feng nodded slightly, responding calmly.

“Come with us.”

The Tribunal member spoke in a tone that allowed no refusal, stating a fact.

Qin Feng’s eyes showed no surprise.

He knew this was an inevitable procedure.

He had just seen it in the school-wide public notice: the Imperial Tribunal would launch a highest-level investigation into all of Shi Dang's social networks.

And he, as someone from the same home star as Shi Dang, with whom he had crossed paths several times, was naturally one of the targets on that investigation list.

He did not resist, nor did he ask any questions.

Qin Feng trusted the Empire.

He cast a reassuring glance at Shi Potian and Tie Mu, who were still receiving treatment.

Then, under the "escort" of those three steel giants, he stepped forward and walked out the door.

...

Qin Feng followed the three silent Tribunal members, threading through countless Canaan students' gazes filled with awe and curiosity, until he finally arrived at a place he had never set foot in before.

—The Canaan Starry Sky Martial Arts University, Supreme Council Hall.

This was a circular hall vast enough to hold millions, immensely grand and solemn.

Yet now, in what should have been an empty hall, there were several figures.

Dozens of terrifying auras, powerful enough to make the stars tremble, filled every inch of the space!

Led by Mentor Yu Han, all their eyes, sharp as the keenest blades, locked onto the three Tribunal members who had just entered!

How terrifying was that immense, concentrated, hostile pressure?

It was almost enough to crush space itself!

Faced with such a formidable array, even the three stellar-level Tribunal experts faltered in their steps.

For the first time, an emotion called "bewilderment" appeared on their helmet-covered faces.

Under the gaze of Yu Han and several other mentors, Qin Feng walked straight to an empty chair at the front of the hall and sat down.

He bore no shackles, no restraints.

He sat there calmly and steadily.

The three Tribunal members exchanged glances.

Finally, steeling themselves, they walked to a high judgment platform specially prepared for them at the far end of the hall.

The leading member cleared his throat and spoke in a deep voice to the hundreds of mentors below, who radiated terrifying auras:

"Esteemed mentors, we of the Imperial Tribunal are merely following regulations to ask a few questions of a relevant student. There's no need for you to make such a grand commotion and all gather here, is there?"

His tone was thick with profound, incomprehensible confusion.

Upon hearing this, Yu Han, seated at the front, smiled.

His smile was gentle, refined, yet carried a chilling, oppressive weight.

"We merely wish to assist in your investigation."

"After all, it is our failure at Canaan that a heretic worshiper emerged."

"There's no problem with that, is there?"

"...Very well."

The Tribunal member nodded gruffly.

He could only interpret this as the mentors of Canaan Starry Sky Martial Arts University showing extreme concern over the "heretic worshiper" incident.

He ceased to dwell on it and turned his cold gaze back to Qin Feng below.

"Qin Feng."

His voice echoed through the solemn hall.

"According to the intelligence we have gathered, you first encountered the traitor Shi Dang during the inter-school league on Qiming Star. After arriving at Canaan Starry Sky Martial Arts University, you engaged in a private duel with Shi Dang. There are records of communications between you on the subspace network, and you held multiple gatherings at the Food God Residence."

"Furthermore, 30 years, 7 months, and 12 days ago, you personally warned your teammates—Tie Mu, Lei Meng, Shi Potian, and Xiong Yanfu—to be wary of Shi Dang."

"This is sufficient proof that you had already detected Shi Dang's anomaly!"

His voice suddenly turned harsh and severe!

"—Why did you only inform your close confidants, yet fail to report to the Imperial Tribunal?! Do you have some secret dealings with the traitor Shi Dang that we are unaware of?"

This was the Tribunal's most common interrogation tactic.

They would impose immense, intangible pressure on the subject from the very start!

Without any concrete evidence, they used the harshest, most leading questions to coerce, probe, and extract the information they wanted!

If something was there, good; if not, it didn't matter.

"..."

The Tribunal member let out a furious roar, as if trying to shatter Qin Feng's psychological defenses entirely!

"Bring out the—Memory Extraction Device!"

This, too, was a classic Tribunal trick.

By invoking the "Memory Extraction Device," a legendary interrogation tool full of intimidation, they delivered the final, fatal blow of pressure to the subject.

Of course, with the psychic technology of this era, the Memory Extraction Device caused no side effects to a martial artist's body or soul.

It was merely the most efficient means of obtaining intelligence.

Naturally, there were serious issues with personal privacy. The Imperial Tribunal members were also martial artists, living human beings.

There had been cases where Tribunal members, over idle chatter, discussed the salacious details of memories they had viewed, spreading them abroad. This led to a shamed prodigy, thousands of years later, transforming into a Slaanesh greater daemon, slaughtering an entire star system and cruelly torturing every Tribunal member in that system to death.

"Clank! Clank-clank—"

As he spoke, a Tribunal member beside him stepped forward and retrieved from his subspace storage unit a menacing helmet-like device, cold and metallic, covered in complex runes and sparking probes.

He carried the device and prepared to walk toward Qin Feng.

"That's not necessary."

Just then, a calm, indifferent voice slowly rang out.

Yu Han smiled.

He merely waved his hand casually.

An invisible yet irresistible, terrifying force descended instantly!

The "Memory Extraction Device" in the Tribunal member's hand, seemingly indestructible, disintegrated into dust finer than atoms!

Yu Han slowly rose to his feet.

He was still smiling.

But his smile no longer held any trace of gentleness.

"I know my student better than you do—whether he has any issues or not."

"As for you..."

Yu Han's gaze, like two invisible swords, stabbed fiercely into the three Tribunal members.

"Now I must ask you this."

"In the course of your mission, you have been overly unscrupulous, casually using the 'memory extraction device'. Wantonly employing interrogation tactics to toy with a future pillar of the Empire who has just lost his closest friend."

"I, Yu Han, have reason to suspect that you harbor a perverse obsession with peeping into others' private memories! And you are utterly immersed in it, unable to extricate yourselves!"

"Moreover, you are excessively focused on mission efficiency, extremely utilitarian, with an intense lust for power and a desire to toy with the weak!"

"Therefore, I now, in my personal capacity, formally report to the headquarters of your Inquisition—"

"I suspect you have embraced the god of indulgence and pleasure—Slaanesh!"

"And the god of change and intrigue—Tzeentch!"

At these words, the entire hall fell into dead silence.

The three members of the Inquisition were stunned.

The voice of the leading Inquisitor carried a hint of anger!

"Yu Han! Don't forget! How you were expelled from your Chapter back then!"

"Boom!!"

The dozens of mentors behind Yu Han could no longer restrain themselves at that moment!

All of them stood up with a "swish"!

One by one, stellar suns rose, releasing their terrifying might without mercy, life force blazing fiercely, turning the entire conference hall into a veritable hell.

"I also report!"

"That's right! Damn it! Call the Grey Knights! Have these three thoroughly investigated inside and out!"

"Joint report! Appeal to Terra!"

"..."

Looking at the furious mentor group before them, each one seemingly eager to devour them alive.

The three Inquisition members paused.

They had investigated Qin Feng.

Indeed a genius, indeed a prodigy.

But they were dealing with a top-tier case of cultists of the Chaos Gods.

"Intelligence is paramount. Don't clash with that madman Yu Han; he doesn't want Qin Feng's memory extracted. It's fine, it won't affect the work. Qin Feng is just a lead."

"Alright, but that madman has too much prejudice against the Inquisition."

"Heh, the grievances he thinks he has... are just what he thinks."

"Focus on the mission, don't bother with that madman Yu."

He exchanged glances with his two companions, communicating silently through psychic energy.

Soon, the cold authority of the Inquisition that clung to them vanished without a trace.

In its place was an attitude full of amiability.

"Apologies!"

The leading member said with a smile:

"Qin Feng! We fully understand and deeply sympathize with what you and your friends have gone through!"

"It's just that during our investigation into the background of the traitor Shi Dang, we discovered that he harbored an extremely strong and abnormal hostility towards you. So out of caution, we employed a bit of interrogation technique."

"Now, please truthfully tell us all your interactions with the traitor Shi Dang. Cooperate with our work."

"Alright."

Qin Feng nodded calmly.

"Good, please speak."

The three Inquisition members on the tribunal all smiled, signaling Qin Feng to begin.

Yu Han gave a cold snort.

He said nothing more, simply leading the dozens of mentors to sit back down.

(End of chapter)