Lin Shuguang turned to look at him with an odd expression and denied it outright. "No. Nothing of the sort."
Fang Yuan chuckled. "I understand. I understand."
Lin Shuguang was speechless.
He had never expected Director Fang of the Third Department to be such a gossip. He had just asked whether anything had happened between him and Shen Hongxue of the Hejian Sect.
They had only crossed paths by chance. What stories could there possibly be?
Catching sight of Fang Yuan's chuckle, Lin Shuguang couldn't help twitching his lips. "Are you the head of intelligence or the head of gossip?"
Fang Yuan wanted to dig for more stories, but Si Qianjun called his name on the spot. He hurriedly wiped the smile off his face. "Here!"
Si Qianjun seemed not to have noticed his earlier whispering with Lin Shuguang. "Starting today, mobilize your department, deploy White Dove, and keep close tabs on all Western forces."
"Yes!" Fang Yuan accepted the order.
Afterward, Si Qianjun assigned tasks to several other departments, but kept Lin Shuguang behind.
"Does our department have some special assignment?"
Lin Shuguang deftly grabbed Si Qianjun's tea leaves and poured two cups of water.
Preoccupied with his thoughts, Si Qianjun failed to notice Lin Shuguang's little maneuver. "Here's the situation. I contacted Demon Martial and confirmed things with Qi Lin. Your current strength already far surpasses that of Demon Martial's students. Even many of its teachers are no match for you anymore. Going back there as a student would be a complete waste of time, apart from letting you play weak to catch the strong off guard."
Lin Shuguang looked up at that, stopping mid-pour. Suddenly, he said wistfully, "I quite like the Cultivation Rooms there."
Si Qianjun froze.
Damn it, I knew you held grudges, brat!
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