That night, every Flame Ghost Hall disciple in Jiang City received a message.
The Supervision Bureau had only cracked some of the channels they used to pass information around, but Gongsun Yan, who knew every channel, was already under their control. They didn't even need to interrogate the old man. Before he'd finished walking down the prison corridor to his cell, he'd already confessed everything he knew.
The early disciples of the Jiang City Flame Ghost Hall had been wiped out in the selection Yue Wen organized and the battle between Ah Hei Yan and Fan Bai Yan. Only Yue Wen and Gongsun Yan remained.
All the others were recent recruits Gongsun Yan had taken in.
Perhaps he was trying to make up for the huge sum Yue Wen had extorted from him. The old man had been recruiting disciples at a practically deranged pace lately. One disciple cost two hundred thousand; two at once got a ten percent discount, and three at once got twenty percent off. Bring along a few more friends and family, and he'd cut the price again. In half a month, he'd managed to take on sixty or seventy new disciples.
That was an astonishing number for a sect of rogue cultivators.
The last time he'd met Yue Wen, he'd reported only a dozen or so. He'd probably wanted to pocket some of the money for himself.
It was hard to investigate exactly how many of these new disciples had joined the Flame Ghost Hall after committing heinous crimes, how many were simply curious about rogue cultivation, and whether any had turned to crime after suffering injustice...
Arresting all these people and interrogating them one by one to find out exactly what each had done would take far too much effort.
When Yue Wen heard