C1112 It Was an Emotionless Venting Tube

Hearing the accusation from Murong Xue was one thing, but hearing it directly from the assassin was entirely different. The coldness in the Minghui Monarch's eyes intensified, and a surge of anger rose from the pit of his stomach.

His voice was icy, and he asked, almost enunciating each word, "Are you telling the truth?"

"I swear, it's the truth! I wouldn't dare lie to you