"Steward Feng, did you find anything?"
Seeing the Golden Sparrow Tiger Guard with the goatee looking grave, a nearby recording official asked.
The Golden Sparrow Tiger Guard with the goatee was none other than Feng Shan, who had briefly crossed paths with Chu Ge. He pinched some stone dust from the ground and rubbed it between his fingers, his expression grave.
"The person who struck may be no weaker than me. At the very least, the explosive force of this power was astonishing. It may have been a martial artist who trained their body to the extreme."
As he spoke, he pointed to the dark green blood splattered across the ground and narrowed his eyes. "This is corpse blood. The only people in the world with such strange blood are those from the Corpse Herding Sect. A living corpse fought a master here last night."
"Brother Feng, are you saying..." A nearby Golden Sparrow Tiger Guard's heart stirred.
Feng Shan slowly nodded, a sharp glint in his eyes. "It was probably the porter who struck.
"He killed the Soul Chasing Old Man, and now the Corpse Herding Sect has come looking for him. But these lunatics actually dared to fight so openly inside the city.
"Looks like we'll have to report this to the Imperial Court and add the Corpse Herding Sect to the list of targets for pursuit and suppression."
The recording official had been writing until this point, but his pen suddenly stopped. He hesitated.
The Imperial Court was currently rife with factional infighting, while the Martial Emperor neglected state affairs. The situation was a tangled mess.
And now the Yellow Turban Sect, the Heaven and Earth Incense Cult, and the Blackwater Army were causing trouble everywhere. Just dealing with those three troublesome forces had already left the