Near Zhongling Mountain Villa, within the mountain forest.
A group of men from the Heavenly Seal Sect's peripheral forces stood guard in a ring through the woods.
Zhou Yugui, dressed all in white and holding a folding fan, stood quietly in the forest as he watched the old constable Xia Houji search for clues.
One moment, Xia Houji climbed a tree; the next, he lay prone on the ground, carefully sniffing and examining the traces.
He seemed to possess some unique method for tracking evidence.
After fussing about in the forest for quite some time, he raised his head.
"It should be here. As I expected, once someone has hidden their identity to do something, the first thing they want to do is erase the traces, then shed that disguise as quickly as possible.
"So that person would be the same. The first thing he did was return to his original appearance, lest he arouse suspicion," Xia Houji said gravely.
"Constable Xia, you mean you found him?" Zhou Yugui's heart leaped with joy, carrying a trace of anticipation.
Yan Junshan's only son had been seriously injured during this affair, and Yan Junshan himself bore intense hatred toward Zhou Shun, who had proposed it.
If Zhou Shun had not repeatedly pushed and promoted the matter, Yan Jiuhai would not have ended up in such a state.
If this had never happened, perhaps everyone would still have been unfamiliar with Yan Jiuhai's name. It would never have spread so far, only to reach the ears of his enemies.
Though they knew Yan Junshan was venting his anger elsewhere, Zhou Shun and his son could only swallow it down.
Thinking back on it afterward, the person who had attacked that day faintly seemed to have been deliberately steering attention elsewhere.
Because afterward, both