The bathhouse door stood open, and the howling wind outside immediately poured in.
It whipped Red Fox's cloak, while his head of white hair, tangled like silver threads, fluttered wildly.
Red Fox was over eighty, but he was tall and broad-shouldered, his face ruddy and his white hair lending him the look of a youthful immortal.
He was a cultivator.
A cultivator in the Object Manipulation Realm, which meant that even at over eighty, he was still considered in the prime of life.
Red Fox's face was cold and stern. His eyes swept over Fan Chunfang, who was kneeling before him, and she immediately felt her skin sting.
As if blades were scraping across her body.
Red Fox did not tell Fan Chunfang to rise. The next moment, his voice rang out, icy cold. "What happened to Wei Bo?"
When news that Wei Bo had been killed and his identity exposed reached the Capital, the entire court was thrown into an uproar.
Red Fox had come this time under orders to investigate Wei Bo's death.
As his superior, he had only learned a few days ago that Wei Bo had been killed.
The local authorities had reported the news.
A member of the Imperial Guards had died, and the local authorities had reported his death to the Imperial Court. For the Imperial Guards, whose reach spanned the realm and whose intelligence network was second to none, this was a disgrace.
Because of this, Red Fox had been severely reprimanded by his superiors. Only after he had sworn a solemn oath to make amends had he managed to keep his position—for now.
"At first, I didn't know much either, sir. I've been secretly gathering information these past few days."
"From what I've learned, Lord Wei was most likely killed out of