Leaving the Inspection and Guard Department, Lu Yang felt a simmering anger in his heart.
When it came to martial talent and quick thinking in the heat of battle, he believed himself second to none.
But all the deceit and scheming in officialdom were truly not his forte. For a moment, Lu Yang had no idea how to deal with them.
For the rest of the day, he wandered through the teahouses and taverns around the city, disguised himself, and gathered information.
He soon learned that a serious demonic calamity had indeed struck Jinwei City some time ago.
Countless civilians and martial artists had been killed or injured.
And all of it had happened because the Inspection and Guard Department had failed in its duties, allowing demonic martial artists to infiltrate the Four Great Departments and bring about a terrible tragedy.
By every measure, it was only natural for the Ministry of Justice to send people to investigate, catch the spies, and root out the traitors.
The whole thing was airtight, with sound reasoning and solid evidence. There wasn't a single flaw to be found.
But the more airtight it seemed, the angrier Lu Yang grew.
"To keep me from entering the Imperial Capital and disrupting your plans, you'd actually use the lives of so many innocent people as pawns?" The thought of such callous disregard for human life filled Lu Yang with fury.
The Grand Commandant, the Martial Marquis—those high-ranking officials of the Imperial Court, those martial artists who stood above the common folk—had grown so accustomed to life among the clouds that they simply didn't care whether ordinary people or common martial artists lived or died.
In their eyes, these people were no different from cattle, sheep, pigs, or dogs penned up for slaughter. When the need arose,