"What should we do now?"
Bai Ziqing looked at Zeng Anmin and asked.
"Investigate."
Zeng Anmin stared at Bai Ziqing for a while, then said in a low voice:
"What we need to do now is investigate this case to the bitter end. I keep feeling that everything that has surfaced is far too strange."
"The truth hidden in the deep sea is far more terrifying than what we see now."
His words made Bai Ziqing furrow his brow. He rubbed his chin, then blinked at Zeng Anmin.
"How do we investigate?"
The corner of Zeng Anmin's mouth twitched. "How else? Investigate the cases of children disappearing on Ten Spiritual Day over the years. Don't tell me you can't even handle something this minor."
"Once you're done, hand the clues over to me."
Zeng Anmin felt somewhat exhausted. The Illusory Power Source was not his own talent, after all, and using it consumed a great deal of Spiritual Power.
He waved his hand. "I'm heading home first. Come find me at my house after you finish investigating."
With that, he left the Imperial City Department.
Watching his receding figure, Bai Ziqing's mouth kept twitching.
"Using me like a donkey again?"
But there was nothing he could do.
Fine. He was doomed to be a laborer for life.
The night was dark, and the wind was high.
Zeng Anmin returned to the Duke of Qi's Mansion.
By then, the Duke's Mansion had already fallen quiet.
Ever since his old man had obtained the Sage's Path from Zeng Anmin, he had strictly disciplined himself every day and no longer dawdled over anything he did.
After finishing the matters he needed to handle, he had gone to bed early.
Zeng Anmin yawned, returned to his own courtyard, and found a reclining chair to