Just one day later, the expected thorough investigation arrived. A group of stern-faced soldiers in black uniforms, gold badges pinned to their chests, came to question Zhang Yu.
Perhaps his new identity had played a role, or perhaps it was because of Protector Zhu. In any case, they did not deliberately make things difficult for him. After questioning him, they took away the jade stone that had landed on his windowsill.
Ever since the thing had fallen there yesterday, he had simply left it where it was. He had not touched it, nor did he care what secrets it might contain.
In truth, he was not the only one who had received such a thing. At the instant the person under suppression broke free, roughly a hundred jade stones had flown out and scattered across many places.
Had they not been spread over such a wide area, rather than flying solely toward him, he would certainly have found a way to keep the thing from coming anywhere near him.
After guessing that the rescue of that cultivator had merely been a prearranged act of cooperation, he had decided not to involve himself, lest unforeseen complications arise.
He had no need to resort to such a risky method to achieve his goal.
Now, this undoubtedly proved that he had made the right choice.
Those who had come to investigate remained in the city domain for more than ten days before leaving. Another half month passed before the atmosphere within the city gradually returned to normal.
Only then did he visit the place where the position granted by that crystal chip was located—a place called the Order Institute.
Most of the people there were cultivators like himself. They were responsible for an important task: compiling and revising new cultivation methods, methods suited