There had been a murder, and the last person the victim had seen alive was naturally the prime suspect.
As Xiao Cha had said, the Jiu Shan Sect would undoubtedly have this black pot dumped on its head.
But in the supernatural world, things were never so easily brushed aside.
That very night, the Wang Family's rear residence remained brightly lit.
Wang Siqi and his father's bodies lay in the study, surrounded by countless figures.
Among them stood a woman with an imposing presence and a slit in the flesh of her forehead: Jiang Haiyan, the Governor's daughter.
It had happened right under her nose, so it was only right and proper for her to come and take a look.
At that moment, the noble young woman bowed to a middle-aged scholar.
"Lord Fan, sorry for the trouble!"
The man wore a simple, clean blue official robe. His eyes were gentle as jade, and a Peach Wood Sword hung at his waist.
If Lu Li had been there, he would have recognized it at a glance—it was the very same sword he had seen earlier at the Divine Heart Society!
This man was Wang Siqi's immediate superior, the Divine Heart Society's deputy envoy: Fan Shouyi.
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Fan Shouyi said with measured composure,
"Soul Extraction runs counter to the laws of nature. This official has no choice but to resort to it. I hope my colleagues will understand."
Several of the Wang Family's uncles bowed in return.
"Lord Fan, there's no need to hold back. This is all to find out who the murderer is. I'm sure Siqi would understand."
"Exactly! The criminal clearly used firearms. How could this possibly have been the Jiu Shan Sect's doing?"
After a flurry of comments from the crowd,