A week had already passed since Zhang Tie vanished, yet there was still no news. Meanwhile, all of You Province had become the focus of the world. People from every corner gathered in You Province, while undercurrents surged beneath the surface...
You Province, Tigerhold City, the ancestral hall of Huaiyuan Hall. Zhang Taixuan sat across a table from a middle-aged man with narrow eyes and a long face. The man wore a high xiezhi crown and the official robes of a first-rank Great Xia minister. He carried immense authority, along with an air of grim slaughter. Whenever those narrow, elongated eyes studied someone, they only needed to narrow slightly for that gaze to seem capable of piercing straight through a person's soul, making their heart and courage tremble.
Even Zhang Taixuan behaved with utmost propriety before this man, not daring to overstep in the slightest.
Also because of Zhang Tie's affair, Zhang Taixuan had gone five consecutive days without rest. During those five days, he had practically crisscrossed all of You Province, met all manner of people, and had to soothe everyone in Huaiyuan Hall as well. He was so busy he could scarcely cope, his head practically on fire, and he looked far more haggard than before.
Anyone who saw Zhang Taixuan in his current state would likely think to themselves: he truly deserved to be called the head of Huaiyuan Hall. With Huaiyuan Hall's main pillar gone missing, one could well imagine the pressure on its patriarch.
A Huaiyuan Hall family steward hurried over carrying three wooden boxes. Reaching Zhang Taixuan, he first gave a respectful salute, then placed the three boxes on the table without a word before properly withdrawing.
"Lord Zhao, these are all the records on those three female disciples of Huaiyuan Hall..." With a