"If I remembered correctly, this man should be Wu Siping, the Shunhua Army's military commissioner. But why had he appeared in Qiu Yan's residence?"
Elsewhere, five people sat together in a dim, airtight room. They gathered around a mirror and watched the scene within it—the image reflected there was precisely that of the Qiu Residence.
The Qiu Residence stood in the Imperial City's inner district, a place thick with City Will and Dragon Qi. Not to mention divine abilities and spells, even cultivators rarely managed to remain there for long. Yet these five could use extraordinary means to investigate from afar within this place. If word of it spread, it would surely cause an uproar.
"This Qiu Yan is a node linking the Literary Web and reality. If we can seize him, we will surely be able to probe the deeper mysteries!"
"This man had once made others wary, but he is far too pedantic. For the sake of something vague and intangible, he severed his own cultivation. Even if experts protect him, they ultimately cannot guard him completely within the Imperial City. It would be one thing if others acted, but if we act, success is naturally guaranteed!"
"Exactly. But if we are to act, it must be tonight. If we wait until he sees the Emperor tomorrow and receives his title, not only will his Fortune blaze like a rainbow, he will also gain the protection of Dragon Qi. Even we will be unable to touch him for some time!"
"Time waits for no one. Great Rui has reached a critical moment; we are fish on the chopping block. If we cannot turn the tide before it crashes, the foundations built over decades will be destroyed in a single day. For the rivers and mountains, for the state