Once the arrangements were settled, Li Qingxian headed to the drill ground beside the county office and summoned all available constables and runners.
There were forty-three constables and three hundred and seventy laborers and civilian workers.
Li Qingxian activated his Spirit Eye and looked over them. Images of the twelve longevity stages appeared clearly above almost everyone's head.
As the head of a subsidiary office in the Patrol Bureau, he held a position equivalent to Principal Seventh Rank. With his foundation as a Ninth Rank Fate Arts Master, plus his Spirit Eye and the Heaven's Mandate Instrument, ordinary people's fate molds lay completely exposed before him.
Even so, no fortune appeared above ten of their heads.
Without betraying anything, Li Qingxian had everyone's names called and noted down those ten people.
Then he picked out those with good fortune, performed Fate Observation and Qi Gazing on them individually, and expended magical power to examine their fate projections, searching for people he needed.
Finally, Li Qingxian took Han Anbo, Yu Ping, and Zheng Gaojue into a room nearby. The Night Guards outside brought people in one at a time.
Li Qingxian sat without moving while Han Anbo and the other two patiently asked about Northchang County and the rebels. Once they finished with one person, they moved on to the next.
Each interview lasted roughly half a quarter-hour.
When the seventh person entered and the Night Guard left, Han Anbo was just about to ask a question when Li Qingxian raised a hand to stop him. He looked at the smiling, sallow-faced constable and said, "Your name is Cui Baiyang, correct?"
"Yes, Daren. This humble one is Cui Baiyang," Cui Baiyang replied.
"You lost your mother at three, your younger brother died at four, your older sister drowned at seven, and