At the sound of the suona, all beneath heaven fell silent, and every other melody paled into insignificance.
When the melodious flute suddenly cut off, Xianchan Chenchen on the rooftop let out a sinister laugh. The operative beside him hurriedly handed over a bag of water. "Inspector, have some water to soothe your throat."
"Hot or cold?"
"Cold."
"What an idiot!" Xianchan Chenchen smacked the operative's butt with his suona. "Get me hot water!"
"Oh, oh!"
The operative hurried downstairs to change it for hot water. Xianchan Chenchen gazed at the woods below and licked his lips, so excited that goosebumps covered his entire body.
Although Cha Huan had asked Yantong to help proctor this exam and the Statistics Department was volunteering purely out of goodwill, all overtime was an opportunity to improve themselves. Yantong had willingly come to the Imperial Academy to play the villain, so naturally, he had a side quest as well.
Yantong also knew that they were hated by both gods and ghosts, so much so that even coffins opened when they saw them. At first, they had risen amid the chaos in Yan Capital under the pretext of hunting the Regicide Assassin. They had seized power from the Patrol Guards and the Twelve Imperial Guards, then launched widespread arrests by exploiting everyone's fear of the Anti-Light Organization. In the end, they had won the appreciation of the court officials and expanded in step with it into a monster.
But everyone understood the principle of "when the hare dies, the hounds are cooked." Once the Anti-Light Organization was no longer a threat, the Statistics Department—the useful dirty rag—would inevitably be discarded. Everyone knew they were taking a shortcut to rapid promotion, and they also knew it was a dead end, a hopeless path with no sustainable