The Thread of Events

Zhong Han did not say what it resembled.

Instead, he slowly said, "The case was complicated to begin with. Because I was mindful of the Hehuan Sect behind Gongsun Wan, I did not conduct a large-scale search. Furthermore, the City Construction Office was originally under the Ministry of Works, and the people above were paying close attention to this matter. It was inevitable that we would be somewhat tied hand and foot. The Xiong clan was also a problem..."

"So, when I returned home and discussed it with my father, we decided that if we wanted to break the deadlock, we had to force her to make a move."

"She had actually done it very cleverly. Unfortunately, she concealed her cultivation."

He Shuli immediately asked, "Who?"

"Gongsun Wan."

"She is a Nascent Soul True Lord."

"Therefore, I invited Uncle Wu to act and set a trap."

Zhong Han lifted the tea bowl before him and took a light sip.

Yet his gaze wandered over the cultivator in the dark-black Daoist robe, as though he wished to read something from the man's expression. However, that person was calm as water and steady as a mountain, without the slightest change of color.

He Shuli exclaimed, "Lord Zhong, what remarkable methods!"

Even as he was astonished, he could not help sighing over Zhong Han's powerful background. He could casually call upon even a Nascent Soul True Lord—no wonder he had dared to plunge headfirst into this matter.

So this man had always been capable of reaching the heavens with his hands and seeing through the earth with his eyes. He did not fear the people behind Gongsun Wan in the slightest, nor did he need to fret over the attitudes of those cultivators from the Grand Vessel Sect.

A figure like this could