Once I enter the pass, great Confucian scholars will surely debate the classics for me.

Partridge Di scrutinized Zhou Qingfeng for a long time without saying a word. He knew that the axe-slaying and flag-cutting agents were sent by Zhou Qingfeng to steal intelligence.

Zhou Qingfeng also knew that Partridge Di knew he had sent people to steal intelligence.

But the question is, will Partridge Di turn against you because of this? Maybe he will, maybe he won't.

Currently, Zhanfu and Zhanqi have only been found to be acting suspiciously, and there is no concrete evidence of them stealing intelligence, which leaves room for maneuver.

Partridge Di took out a handkerchief to wipe his hands, quickly weighing the pros and cons in his mind.

Taking extreme actions rashly without concrete evidence would inevitably provoke retaliation from the resistance forces and cause a rapid deterioration and complete breakdown in relations with Zhou Qingfeng. This would be detrimental to the Vision Church, especially since Partridge Di did not want to add any more external instability after losing contact with the Holy Eye.

When he slowly walked up to the two brothers, Zhan Fu and Zhan Qi, his expression suddenly turned cold, and he abruptly slapped the cultist next to him: "How do you treat your honored guests?"

The believer was stunned by the beating, covering his face and remaining silent in grievance.

Partridge Di pretended to be confused, and said coldly, "Distinguished guest, you're lost and looking for the toilet. Don't you know how to lead the way? You're bringing me here like a prisoner. Get out."

"Yes, Master." The follower clasped his hands in response and quickly ran off with the others.

Partridge Di turned around, smiled, and spoke with a hidden barb, both a warning and a joke, giving both sides a way out: "Miss Ning, keep your people in line and don't let them run around again, otherwise if they get killed as spies next time, I won't be responsible."

Ning Cha snorted coldly: "I know."

Seeing this, Zhou Qingfeng patted his knees, stood up and said, "It's getting late, Master Partridge, I won't bother you any longer tonight. I'll visit you again another day when I have the chance."

Partridge Di smiled and gestured, "Please."

Zhou Qingfeng clasped his hands in farewell and said, "Farewell."

As Partridge watched Zhou Qingfeng leave with Ning Cha and the others, his expression gradually darkened.

Wei Xiangzhu walked over and leaned closer, saying, "Master, we can't communicate with my master anymore. No matter how we call out to him, there's no response. What's going on? Could something have happened to my master?"

Partridge Di coldly replied, "My lord has his reasons for not responding."

"Yes," Master Wei replied, bowing his head.

Partridge Di flicked his sleeves and turned to walk towards the study. He had been chatting with Zhou Qingfeng, seemingly relaxed and at ease, but in reality, he was very anxious and confused.

He was eager to figure out this strange situation.

Upon returning to his study, Partridge immediately contacted the Vision Church headquarters, hoping to receive a definitive answer.

However, the Vision Church headquarters only responded with one sentence: "Our Lord has issued a divine decree that from today onwards, the leader will be in charge of all church affairs. Any future divine decrees will be communicated directly to the leader."

Partridge Di was very puzzled after receiving the explanation, but he dared not question it.

But when you have doubts, you're bound to overthink, and you can't control your thoughts.

Partridge suddenly had an extremely terrifying thought: was the Lord of the Holy Eye, who held the power of light and the future, dead?

The moment this rebellious thought crossed his mind, Partridge was terrified. He patted his face and said, "Don't think nonsense! Don't think nonsense! My lord is omnipotent, my lord is the savior, my lord is the god who holds the light and the future. How could he die?"

I just got rid of that evil thought.

Partridge Di then recalled how the sect's top-secret information had almost been stolen.

After a moment's thought, he decided to destroy the top-secret information immediately.

So he walked up to the bookshelf, picked out a bright red classic book, and pulled out half of it.

The bookshelf slowly moved, revealing an identical study.

The study outside is just a fake; the one inside is Partridge Di's real study.

Some important documents and letters are stored here.

Partridge Di walked to the desk and paused, startled.

The cult leader's edict brought by the envoy from Sihai City has disappeared.

But I clearly remember finishing reading it and leaving it on the table without touching it.

Partridge Di thought he had misremembered, so he checked the documents on the table and pulled out a drawer to search for them. He found that not only was the leader's edict missing, but the roster and another uprising covenant were also gone.

"How is this possible? How did they do it?" Partridge Di realized that the intelligence had been stolen, and upon realizing what had happened, he suddenly looked up, filled with surprise and doubt.

The study and bedroom were guarded by cult members, so that not even a fly could get in. That's how the axe and the flag were caught.

Outsiders could not possibly enter and leave without a sound, so the question is, where are the leader's edicts, the roster, and the covenant of the uprising?

The only possibility is that someone else has infiltrated besides Jiangdong, Ningcha, Zhanfu, and Zhanqi.

While the sword axe and the flag were being brought before him, the man seized the opportunity to sneak in and steal top-secret information.

At the same time, Partridge also realized that Zhou Qingfeng had never thought about cooperation from beginning to end.

All the conversations, probing, and tug-of-war just now were merely a facade deliberately set up by the other party to cover up the information theft.

What use would steal these things?

Anyone with a brain knows this is a very bad situation.

Now that the person has already been let go, it's too late to chase after them and kill them.

"I long to offer my heart to the bright moon, but the bright moon shines on the gutter!" Partridge Di was filled with remorse. He slammed his fist on the table, his eyes bloodshot, panting heavily and gritting his teeth: "Jiang Dong, you ungrateful bastard, just you wait, I'll settle this score with you sooner or later!"

After speaking, Partridge Di rushed out of the study and summoned hundreds of followers to prepare for the impending storm.

Let's go back to a time before a cup of tea, when the two brothers, Zhanfu and Zhanqi, were taken away by the Guardian Cult.

A gentle breeze blew in, carrying scattered dust and sand. The dust swirled and slipped into the study through the crack in the door, quickly coalescing into a white-clad man holding a folding fan. He exuded an elegant air and was none other than Xiao Hongyun, who had been lurking in the shadows.

Xiao Hongyun surveyed the interior of the study, gently waving a folding fan as he strolled around, casually searching for something useful. During his search, he noticed a small patch of dust on the bookshelf, so he walked over and gently pulled on a book.

As the books were half pulled out of the bookshelf, the bookshelf slowly moved aside, revealing the secret room behind it.

"Heh, I knew you guys loved setting up secret rooms." Xiao Hongyun raised an eyebrow, stepped into the secret room, and quickly searched it. After stealing useful information, he dispersed into dust and disappeared from the secret room without a trace. No one discovered his presence from beginning to end.

Outside Rose Manor, in the wilderness, Zhou Qingfeng led Ning Cha and the others to a long-abandoned village, where they waited.

Ning Cha looked apologetic: "Mr. Jiang, Zhanfu and Zhanqi have failed in their duties and have let down the trust placed in us. I beg you to punish them severely. Just give me your word, and I will decide whether to cut off their hands or ears."

The two brothers, Zhanfu and Zhanqi, readily agreed, kneeling on one knee and clasping their hands in greeting, saying, "Please punish us, Mr. Jiang."