He had just returned from the Ancient Netherworld and had not performed his duties in a long time. Wanting to review old records to familiarize himself with patrol work was hardly out of line. At least, even if Li Wuming were present, he would find no solid grounds to use against him. It was worth the risk.
"We'll do as you suggested." Qin He made his decision, raised his hand, and tucked the Black Demon Banner into his sleeve. His aura settled back into something unremarkable. "Over these three days, I'll stabilize my fire cultivator aura and refine my imitation of Lin Yan's behavior. I must not reveal the slightest flaw in front of Zhou Yan."
Silence returned to the courtyard. Pale golden daylight filtered through the leaves and fell over Qin He, making him seem at peace. Yet deep within his eyes, patterns of the Gold-Black Law faintly flowed.
Heavenly Secrets Concealment was like an impenetrable black cloth, but he was determined to pry the truth out through its seams.
Deep within the Realm Patrol Bureau's Criminal Office, the hall never saw daylight. Only a dim lamp flickered before the desk, casting Li Wuming's face half in light and half in shadow.
He sat upright at the desk, his fingertips resting on a pitch-black token. Twisted punishment markings were carved into its surface, and the law power seeping from his palm made it gleam coldly.
The Precious Jade Mirror on the desk reflected the outline of Residence Seventeen in Western Sector Three. The pale blue-green glow of its restrictions shimmered faintly within the mirror.
"Lin Yan..." he murmured, his voice as rasping as bone being ground down. His fingertips unconsciously stroked the token. "You think a convincing act will let you cross the sea under heaven's nose?"
"Let's