Ronan smiled at Xie Junping's explanation. "Let me put it plainly: the Yao Family isn't what I'm focused on. There's nothing much for me to investigate on their side. I probably know more clearly than they do about some of the things they've done."
After all, turning over the sludge and sorting through the trash was dirty work, but it could uncover some explosive material.
Xie Junping seemed to draw a cold breath on the other end. "That's not something I can easily pass along."
"Up to you."
Whether it was Ma Mingcai or the Yao Family, Ronan had basically grasped the general picture of the information they could provide. Of course, dreams could only offer a general picture.
Obtaining evidence with real-world validity was another matter.
Ronan had no need for it, nor did he consider it particularly difficult.
But on second thought, the Yao Family's state of desperately seeking any remedy wasn't bad, either.
The Yao Family was a major family in Xia City, and it would have an obvious amplifying effect within the information field. Any news that passed through their hands and spread outward would travel faster and farther, drawing greater public attention.
After only a few rounds of circulation, the Martial Emperor would surely know. Old Elers would know. Others who had participated in those shady affairs would soon know as well—neglect let memories fade, making them difficult to dig up; once stirred awake, more old sediment would surface, saving him some trouble.
And those who had not taken part in such affairs, but now wanted to wade into this filthy pit, would think twice as well.
So Ronan adjusted his attitude slightly and said to Xie Junping, "If it's really hard to handle, you can also tell Yao Feng this: I'm looking into some