"If the Dragon Survey Map Theft Case was plotted by the Demon Race..."
Zeng Anmin's thoughts spread further and further.
A cold wind swept across his cheeks, stirring a lock of hair before his forehead. Moonlight reflected in those solemn phoenix eyes.
He walked forward step by step.
Suddenly.
He stopped.
His gaze fixed straight upon the water's rippling surface.
"If the Demon Race took the Dragon Survey Map as their objective, then that proves they knew its secret."
"But they did not want anyone in the Great Sage Dynasty to know that secret."
"Because the Dragon Survey Map was not only useful to the Demon Race—it was useful to humans as well."
Having sorted his thoughts this far, Zeng Anmin's gaze gradually calmed.
"So the Demon Race would not reveal that secret... which means Prince Jiang did not know their true purpose was to steal the Dragon Survey Map."
"Brother Tongyu's death was something that demon made Prince Jiang's Estate carry out..."
A glint of frost lay within his voice.
By then, he had reached the riverbank, his gaze deep and shadowed.
"Following this line of reasoning, Brother Tongyu was silenced because he most likely witnessed a conspiracy between that Xuanjing Division constable and a member of the Demon Race."
Zeng Anmin drew a deep breath.
He felt that he was already infinitely close to the truth.
"So who did Brother Tongyu see?"
The night was at its darkest.
A cold gust blew in, stirring the bloody stench on his clothes.
Zeng Anmin frowned.
The water on him had yet to dry, and then he had gone straight into battle with Prince Jiang.
When Prince Jiang died, his body had been blown apart by Zeng Anmin's Martial Arts Aura.
Besides blood, bits of flesh and chunks of organs clung