Late morning.
Two carriages slowly drove out of Guangning City.
Shen Residence.
Pale smoke curled around Shen Wenyuan in the study, making his features seem somewhat blurred.
"Marquis, Inspector Jiang has left the city!"
"Understood," Shen Wenyuan nodded.
Elsewhere.
Ye Residence.
Knock, knock, knock—
Someone knocked on the door.
"What is it?" a calm voice came from within.
"Master, Inspector Jiang has left the city!"
"Understood! Withdraw the men stationed at the city gate!"
"Yes, Master!!"
Outside the city.
Wang Qingtan and Lü Yi shared a carriage.
The carriage they rode in was also the one that had carried Wang Qingtan all the way from Dongling City to Guangning City.
A fine horse knew the way home. Having gained intelligence, it needed no driver and traveled down the official road by itself.
Inside the other carriage.
Two Snow-White Scarlet Flame Steeds pulled it, the very steeds whose strength Jiang Ning had repeatedly enhanced.
Now, when these two fine steeds encountered ordinary bandits, Jiang Ning did not even need to make a move.
The two Snow-White Scarlet Flame Steeds could each kick a man to death with a single hoof.
With strength comparable to the seventh rank of Martial Dao, they were reapers of life in the eyes of ordinary bandits.
Those who possessed the strength of the seventh rank of Martial Dao rarely chose to become outlaws.
Even if they had committed murder, so long as they were willing to bow their heads, influential figures would help smooth things over.
Only the great thieves who ran rampant in all directions, or the rough heroes who gathered in the mountains and dominated a region, were different.
They truly enjoyed such unrestrained, carefree lives.
Sitting in the carriage.
A flash of spiritual light passed over Jiang Ning, and the Ice Coffin the