Several more days passed. The commandery government's elite troops, dispatched to checkpoints throughout the city to hunt down Shi Jie, were swiftly withdrawn after turning up empty-handed. The atmosphere of dread that had gripped the city gradually returned to its former bustle and prosperity.
Many perceptive people in Nan'an Commandery City could see this coming and had predicted it.
After all, the commandery government could offer Shen Tianci limited assistance, but it could not keep opening every door for him without restraint.
That would be gambling with their own futures. Few people would do such a thing.
Meng Zhao did not care much about this. Instead, he carefully read the wanted notice posted by the commandery government.
It did not reveal Shi Jie's specific identity. It merely stated that he was a cultist with blood all over his hands, extremely dangerous, and that anyone who reported clues to the commandery government would receive a massive reward.
Those who sheltered him or knew of his whereabouts and failed to report it would be punished by guilt through association.
Yet Shi Jie's true identity had not been disclosed in the slightest. It had been deliberately blurred, leaving Meng Zhao, who had wanted to learn more about Shi Jie, rather disappointed.
It was unclear whether the commandery government truly did not know Shi Jie's origins or whether Shen Tianci had deliberately concealed them. The latter seemed more likely.
Putting that aside, Shi Jie had actually been living quite comfortably these past few days.
He stayed in a secluded, unoccupied courtyard within Sun Chuanshan's residence. Sun Chuanshan personally delivered his three daily meals, while Shi Jie took the healing pills Meng Zhao had obtained from Divine Doctor Tong each day. Both his internal and external injuries improved and healed markedly.
The only thing that