Ye Zhen emerged from the Heavenly Patrol Division offices in the deep night of the following day, with midnight fast approaching.
The two Wind Patrol Envoys who had questioned Ye Zhen in detail were nearly in tears when they escorted him out.
It was the first time they had encountered such a grueling routine interrogation.
He recounted everything with incomparable detail: whom he had met upon entering, what expressions they wore, what words they had spoken, what tea he had drunk, what kind of teacup had been used, where the cup had been made, what material it was made of—Ye Zhen explained every last thing with absolute clarity.
Yet Ye Zhen himself was one of the Heavenly Patrol Division, and a renowned Wind Patrol Envoy who had single-handedly opened up the situation for the Western Patrol Envoy. They had nowhere to wield any of their usual authority.
They could only endure.
Fortunately, after enduring for a full day and night, it was finally over.
But they still could not rest.
Before dawn, they needed to compile the original interrogation dossier.
The original interrogation dossier would be stored in the Heavenly Patrol Division's secret archives for future reference, while the key points they compiled would be reported upward layer by layer to Central Patrol Commander Jing Zhan.
In the end, Central Patrol Commander Jing Zhan would decide whether to submit another report.
However, Ye Zhen knew perfectly well that, given his status as Duke of North Sea Prefecture, Governor of North Sea, and Hall Master of Fire Spirit Hall, such concentrated visits would certainly be reported to the Grand Celestial Master. At the very least, the matter would be mentioned to Benevolent Sovereign Ji Long.
Better safe than sorry.
That had always been the Heavenly Patrol Division's way.
As the emperor's