The candle flame in the interrogation room of the Xuan'an Bureau flickered unsteadily. Tie Shisan pressed his knuckles against the protrusion of the parchment roll hidden against his chest, his Adam's apple bobbing three times.
Though Gu Qinghuan’s blade was already sheathed, the cold glint from the sword guard felt like a needle pricking the nape of his neck.
"If you keep that scroll, are you just waiting for the Holy Monarch Cult to come and snatch it?" She leaned against the doorframe with her arms crossed, her boot heels tapping rhythmically against the stone floor. "The Chiyan Protector escaped last night. Tomorrow, it might be the Seraphim who comes for it. Are you really going to feed the wolves with the very thing your father gave his life to protect?"
Chapter 47