None of the three dared to utter a word. The person who had arrived was not an ordinary individual; holding a certain status in the Holy Land, they were accustomed to clashing with the Four Great Holy Lands where battles were even more brutal.
"Who is the murderer?" the newcomer asked.
"We don't know," the three replied hastily.
"What?!" Upon hearing the answer that they didn't know, the newcomer angrily slapped the table, tempted to punish them. Not knowing the identity of the killer and letting them get annihilated was a total failure—adept at causing problems but useless in solving them.
The three shrank their necks in fright. Indeed, they truly had no idea who it was, but they relayed the message that had been left behind.
The newcomer's expression turned ugly upon hearing this message.
"Heaven's sins can be forgiven, but one's own sins cannot live…?" The newcomer murmured to himself, repeating the words several times.
