Song Kuangyi stepped forward and lowered his voice:
"What I mean is, the fact that there is still no conclusive news from Zone 9, and no clues about Kuangyan's whereabouts, is actually the best news."
The fury in the heart of the Song-Cao Clan was somewhat diminished by this statement, a glint of inquiry flashed in her beautiful eyes:
"Oh? What do you mean by this, my son?"
Song Kuangyi's gaze was calm as he analyzed:
"The lack of news implies that Kuangyan is very likely not dead yet; someone intends to use Kuangyan as a pawn."
The Song-Cao Clan's face showed a thoughtful expression, and she asked:
"What you're saying makes sense, so who do you think this person is?"
Song Kuangyi did not answer immediately. He paused for a while, seemingly pondering his words:
"Kuangyan was delegated to Zone 9 as a special commissioner, a position of great honor.
