Communication Institute.
Zou Qian received a great many messages. Without even looking at them, he handed them over to Wei Xizhen to deal with, watching as Wei crossed off the names on the suspect list one by one.
It wasn't just the outer city. Quite a few Lan Shi had been found on the surrounding islands as well. Following Wei Xizhen's orders, not a single one had been spared.
News also came back that some instructors and students had been injured.
Wei Xizhen told the injured students to return to the academy first. Unless an instructor was so badly hurt that their movements were restricted, they were to keep patrolling the streets.
Zou Qian stared at the red dots marked on the mountain map and casually remarked, "The fog is really thick tonight."
Wei Xizhen didn't even look up. "Let it be."
Zou Qian rubbed his chin and rolled his eyes toward Wei Xizhen.
He knew what the night fog in the outer city was like tonight, yet he hadn't done anything to stop it.
Zou Qian's lips curled slightly. Looks like the Legalism School really does believe in respecting the old and cherishing the young.
Every so often, he glanced at the Listening Wind Ruler he was playing with. Wei Xizhen's cool voice came from beside him. "Waiting for a message from someone?"
"I was going to wait for news from Yin Ziwu, but that guy gets paid to do a job and keeps his mouth shut. No chance of getting anything out of him tonight." Zou Qian rocked back and forth in his chair, shaking the Listening Wind Ruler as he gazed up at the Communication Institute's lofty roof. "But besides Yin Ziwu, there's someone else who knows where Xuan Kui is hiding its Lan Poison. I'm waiting