Consulting the Case Files

With Zhao Heng and the others gone, the Vermilion Robe Building returned to silence.

Watching Meng Qi, who remained perfectly composed, the Divine Constables who had just made the same choice of Chief Constable for different reasons began turning things over in their minds again. Each had their own doubts and thoughts.

Some worried that Mad Saber was merely retreating in order to advance. He said he was only acting Chief Constable, but perhaps he was just buying time—time to gain an initial grasp of Six Doors, and to communicate and negotiate with Langya Ruan Clan, Zhou Commandery Wang Clan, Zhao Clan of the Divine Capital, and other powers until they reached an agreement. By then, he would be the genuine Chief Constable of Six Doors, beyond anyone's power to oppose, and could remain in the position indefinitely!

Some suspected he represented the interests of a sect and had come specifically to undermine the stability of Great Jin's court. Some were happy to see it happen, while others seethed with anger. There were all kinds of reactions.

Just then, they saw Mad Saber Su Meng walking slowly toward the place where Zhao Heng had been sitting. He wore a blue robe and carried nothing in his hands. Each step seemed to fall on their very hearts, dispelling their tangled thoughts and lending the air a weighty solemnity.

When he reached the Chief Constable's seat, Meng Qi suddenly turned around. His lapels billowed in the breeze, and he stood there with effortless composure.

With his hands clasped behind his back, he stood tall before the seat. His gaze was calm as he looked at the Eight Divine Constables, a faint smile on his lips.

"I reached the heavens in a single bound, bearing four tribulations. I am not yet twenty-five, and