Tracing Lin Muqian
Central Province, Imperial City, Secret Bureau.
Cang Baitian, the vice-director of the Secret Bureau, was reviewing various ancient scrolls in a room. These were all the files recording Martial Dao Grandmasters since the founding of the Great Jin eight hundred years ago.
Ever since Su Qingyang gave the order to search for a Grandmaster named Lin Muqian and the Hundred Rivers Sect, the vice-directors could not afford to care about anything else, burying their heads in this room to search for many days.
For several whole days, they analyzed, compared, and categorized the scrolls regarding Grandmasters from the past eight hundred years one by one...
Yet in the end, they still had nothing to show for it.
Could His Highness the Sixth Prince have remembered the name and sect incorrectly?
Or perhaps this Lin Muqian was not a man of the Great Jin, but rather a reclusive Grandmaster from the turbulent era of the Warring States eight hundred years ago?
Cang Baitian slowly closed a scroll, frowning slightly as a sense of confusion and unease arose in his heart.
The Secret Bureau ruled over the empire's covert investigations, prying into ancient and modern secrets, yet now they could not even make head or tail of the very first assignment given to him by His Highness the Sixth Prince. How was he supposed to report back when the time came?
"I found it."
Suddenly, the door was knocked upon, and a voice brimming with suppressed joy came from outside.
It was another vice-director of the Secret Bureau, Deng Heilong.
Cang Baitian immediately stood up to open the door, only to see Deng Heilong holding an old, weathered scroll, his brows and eyes filled with relief and elation.
"Where did you find the clue?"
"I exhausted the official histories