"Does Holy Son Lin Bai have any leads?"
Zhu Mo perked up and hurriedly pressed him for details.
These past few days, under Prince Chen's orders, Zhu Mo had been investigating Zuo Feiyu's death. But there had been far too little useful information. The trail had repeatedly gone cold, and the person who killed Zuo Feiyu had been meticulous, leaving behind no evidence.
With the deadline fast approaching and the real culprit still at large, Zhu Mo had pinned the blame on an evil cult to give Prince Chen an explanation—and Emperor Chu one as well. He had thought the matter was over, but unexpectedly, Changsun Hongxuan had died too.
Two Holy Sons had died in the Imperial Capital, both beneath the Divine Light Swordplay.
Thus, everyone could see that the evil cult Zhao Xing Office had arrested before had obviously been made a scapegoat.
Emperor Chu issued another order, demanding that Prince Chen and Zhao Xing Office solve the case soon.
Zhu Mo was at his wits' end. The real culprit was so formidable that he had somehow evaded Zhao Xing Office's surveillance and silently killed the two Holy Sons, Zuo Feiyu and Changsun Hongxuan, inside the Moon Palace.
No clues had been left behind, nor any trace.
No one knew what his target was, and no one knew what he would do next.
With the deadline Emperor Chu had set drawing closer and closer, Zhu Mo grew increasingly anxious.
If he still failed to capture the real culprit, he feared he would lose his position as commander of Zhao Xing Office.
Thus, when his subordinate reported that Lin Bai had arrived at Zhao Xing Office, was carrying the Sword-Bearer Envoy token, and had entered the archive vault, Zhu Mo immediately understood. Emperor Chu had clearly sent Lin Bai