Seeing this person, with whom he had only a brief acquaintance, here was indeed a surprise for Xu Yuan.
Because as a spy buried in the high ranks of the Secret Investigation Department working for the Prime Minister's Mansion, Huang Shiwei could not possibly have been deployed to the Western Desert as reinforcement.
But the surprise lasted only for a moment.
The information that subconsciously came together in his mind quickly led him to deduce the purpose of this righteous-looking, sturdy man's visit.
Without waiting for the other party to speak, Xu Yuan half-closed his eyes and promptly asked:
"Is it because something went wrong at the imperial prison?"
In response to this question, Huang Shiwei did not immediately answer. His rough, thick palm grazed the wooden grain on the counter to activate the Formation, casting a wary glance outside the door, he spoke in a transmitted voice:
"Third Young Master, please, let us talk in the inner hall."
