That night.
Zeng Anmin lay in the superior guest courtyard Shen Jun had arranged for him.
He had dismissed the maid Shen Jun had sent to attend him.
He pillowed his head on his own arm.
A sharp gleam flickered in his eyes.
"Liu Chengqian."
"The Li Faction."
"The Eastern Cult?"
Back at the Xuanjing Division.
Zeng Anmin had figured something out.
That was the Eastern Cult spies' true objective.
He remembered it clearly.
On the day Bai Ziqing and he had traveled to Two Rivers Prefecture.
They had rested in the wilderness for nearly an hour.
During that hour.
Bai Ziqing had fallen victim to the Eastern Cult's "Dream Entry" and sunk into a deep sleep.
That alone proved.
After working with the Demon Race on the Dragon Survey Map case, the Eastern Cult's people had not fled at once.
Instead, they had remained in Two Rivers Prefecture.
"What made the Eastern Cult's people so persistent?"
Zeng Anmin narrowed his eyes into slits.
An incomparably sharp light flashed within them.
"Besides helping the Demon Race at the Xuanjing Division, did the Eastern Cult's people have no objective of their own?"
This point.
Made Zeng Anmin think of the Xuanjing Division's morgue.
"There is an array in the Map Repository that can ward off cultivators."
"But there was no such thing in the morgue."
"And the morgue was so close to the courtyard where Huang Yuangao died..."
In a soft murmur only he could hear, Zeng Anmin said:
"On the day of the incident, there were two Eastern Cult corpses in the Xuanjing Division's morgue."
"Those two corpses had been left behind when Bai Ziqing stopped them from blowing up Jishui Weir."
Zeng Anmin abruptly sat up in bed.
"So, the Eastern Cult's target was those two corpses."
"They had