Qian Ningshuang, flying through the night sky, now knew exactly what she had to do.
She was flying toward the Martial Soul Branch Hall in the city. Don't get the wrong idea—she wasn't going there to tear it down. She was going to investigate.
Tearing down Lahe City's Martial Soul Branch Hall and slaughtering the vermin in the city would certainly feel good. But what came after that? Qian Ningshuang and her group would dust off their hands and leave, abandoning a city full of grateful disaster victims—only for another batch of vermin to take their place?
So even as her blood boiled, Qian Ningshuang retained her rationality. She was going to make trouble—make something big happen!
There was much to investigate at the Martial Soul Branch Hall. The most pressing matter was where the food was. Enough food to sustain the disaster victims outside the city for half a month could not possibly be hidden in such a small Martial Soul Branch Hall.
Upon arriving, Qian Ningshuang first looked up at the building. It was much the same as every other Martial Soul Branch Hall across the continent: the same Spirit Hall emblem, the same solemn grandeur. Unfortunately, it was filled with filthy deeds.
She then took out a black cloak from her spatial Soul Tool, draped it over herself, and slipped into the Martial Soul Branch Hall.
There would not be many guards in the middle of the night. Qian Ningshuang easily found the archive room and began searching through the files.
Although Liu Jing, the Branch Hall Master, was unlikely to be foolish enough to record his embezzlement in the files, there would always be traces to uncover.
And even if she found nothing, it did not matter. Her main purpose in reviewing the archives was to