The Poison Tracker subconsciously activated his Insight skill, pure white light welling up in his eye sockets, while the changjian (long sword) in his hand began to hum.

A baleful aura containing the power of slaughter. This was the Swordsman's passive skill—Zhensha (Spirit Tremor)!

Specially effective against ghosts and evil entities, he instantly entered combat mode, but still couldn't make up his mind. Killing to silence someone was not what he wanted, but leaving his post, even defecting from the Five Elements Alliance, was even more unacceptable. He was in a dilemma.

The "Wandering Vagrant" behind the pillar wasn't as conflicted as he was. Without hesitation, he darted out from the shadows. He was a gaunt, gloomy, and ugly man. Of course, this wasn't his real face. Illusionists were the world's best masters of disguise, able to change their appearance, temperament, and aura at any time.

The Wandering Vagrant's left hand dragged a dark and deep changbian (long whip), illusory runes floating around the whip. It was obviously a prop specifically designed for spiritual bodies. His right hand grabbed a face-sized bronze mirror, pointing it at the pre-awakened female wraith floating in mid-air in the garage.

He wanted to use his actions to force the Poison Tracker to make a decision.

In the current situation, fleeing the Five Elements Alliance or confessing were both unacceptable costs. In comparison, killing an irrelevant official Saint was the optimal choice.

The Poison Tracker's face twitched. His jaw muscles bulged, as if he had made some kind of decision. He blocked the Wandering Vagrant with his sword, and said in a deep voice, "Let's go."

The Wandering Vagrant stared at him coldly, "Are you sure you want to become a wanted criminal with me?"

The Poison Tracker's left eyebrow twitched. He took a deep breath, "Let's go."

The Wandering Vagrant snorted coldly, "Womanly benevolence! You're just like your father, you'll never amount to anything in your life!"

At this moment, a calm voice came from the direction of the ramp at the entrance of the underground parking garage, "You can't leave. Since I'm here, none of you will be able to escape."

The two held their weapons and looked warily towards the ramp. A figure walked out and appeared in their sight. It was the Fire Controller who called himself "Sanqing Daozu."

"Poison Tracker, you are an official executive, you should know that colluding with evil professions is a capital crime!" Zhang Yuanqing's face was cold and his tone stern. "I just heard your legend tonight and knew there was something wrong. Now it seems that those so-called glorious achievements are just an illusion created by you colluding with evil professions. Your method of accumulating political achievements is quite unique."

The Poison Tracker gripped his sword hilt, arched his back, and tensed his muscles. He said in a deep voice, "I have my own difficulties, but since you have discovered it, I have nothing to say. Executive Sanqing Daozu, I only ask you to show leniency and let me leave."

"Humph!" Zhang Yuanqing sneered, "You committed a capital crime and still want to leave?"

The Wandering Vagrant's eyes narrowed slightly, his killing intent soaring.

The Poison Tracker smiled bitterly, knowing that a battle was inevitable.

"Huh, you're not going to attack?" Zhang Yuanqing stopped probing and changed the subject, "I have a few questions to ask you. If your answers satisfy me, I can pretend that tonight never happened."

The Poison Tracker was stunned, "Okay, are you trying to buy time?"

"You only have one chance!" Zhang Yuanqing said with a cold expression, and asked, "What is your relationship with this Dream Weaver?"

The Poison Tracker couldn't help but glance at his companion disguised as an ugly man. After hesitating for a moment, he said, "Brothers, biological brothers." Zhang Yuanqing asked again, "Half-brothers?"

"Don't play games with me, I'll get angry. He's my father's adopted son."

"So you used him to gain political achievements?"

"Maintaining border security and eradicating evil forces are our common ideals and pursuits." When the Poison Tracker said these words, his expression was meticulous, as if he was swearing an oath to the national emblem.

The Wandering Vagrant sneered, "That's your pursuit and ideal. What I want is revenge."

"No interests involved? Not a cooperative relationship based on mutual benefits? It's a relationship between brothers and family?"

Zhang Yuanqing breathed a sigh of relief, "I understand."

"Now please go back first, I want to talk to this Dream Weaver."

The Poison Tracker's eyes suddenly became sharp, and he said in a deep voice, "If you still refuse to let us go...!"

At this moment, the Wandering Vagrant saw a ghostly figure float out of "Sanqing Daozu's" body. Without any disguise, it was a beautiful woman with charming eyes.

He was first stunned for a moment, and after thinking about it, he remembered who this wraith was. Then, associating it with her master, the Wandering Vagrant's pupils suddenly contracted, and he said quickly, "You go back first!"

The Poison Tracker's cold and serious face stiffened slightly, and he turned his head in astonishment to look at his companion.

"You go back first, I'll be fine." The Wandering Vagrant repeated.

The Poison Tracker took a closer look at him, and found that his gloomy and cold-blooded brother had put away his hostility and killing intent.

Who is he? The Poison Tracker's expression towards Sanqing Daozu changed. After pondering for a few seconds, he said, "Be careful." He put away his changjian (long sword), turned and walked towards the depths of the underground garage. His footsteps echoed in the empty space, and then disappeared.

Confirming that he had left, the Wandering Vagrant took out gold-rimmed glasses from his pocket and put them on. His facial features then returned to the honest face of a middle-aged man. He said lightly, "What are you doing here?"

"I came to catch a wanted criminal. My spiritual servant saw you last night. I didn't believe it, so I deliberately called Kou Beiyue and found out that you're from Gui Province." Zhang Yuanqing said with a smile.

The Wandering Vagrant nodded, putting his hands in his pockets.

"Need any help?"

He didn't exchange pleasantries and didn't seem enthusiastic, but his tone was calm and without any vigilance, like underground party members making contact. Although they were meeting for the first time, they all knew that they had a common faith and ideals, and it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that they were comrades who could entrust each other with their lives.

Team members were like this, without any personal relationships, but with a faith that was more important than personal relationships, a common faith.

Yuanshi Tianzun was a person recognized by Master Wuhen, a person who was allowed to enter the Buddhist temple to listen to scriptures, so the Wandering Vagrant identified with him. Furthermore, deep down, he felt a trace of pity for Yuanshi Tianzun.

Mai Bao Xiao Lang Jun reminds you: Remember to collect after reading