Chapter 63 Dead Eunuch

Wei Wuzhong sat on the chair, holding a wine glass in his hand without putting it down, his eyes filled with a chaotic expression.

"Zhao Yun, is he really Zhou Li?"

Still finding it hard to believe, Wei Wuzhong looked at Zhao Yun in front of him and asked again, "Eight years, every year you went to Beiliang to find him, and you returned each time without success. The old scholar said he disappeared without a trace, and nobody would mention anything upon inquiry. Yet the Capture Demon Pavilion he opened is right at the head of South Grand Street. When I sent people to Beiliang yesterday, it turns out everyone recognizes Zhou Li, and they all know he has been running the Capture Demon Pavilion for these eight years!"

"Do you think that makes sense?"

This question left Zhao Yun in silence.

Indeed, it made no sense at all.