Magistrate Wen Siyan stood rooted to the spot, scene after scene flashing through his mind.
The Divine Bow Sect had easily cleared its debts, suddenly obtained powerful cultivation techniques, brought in the River Guard Army to help, and directly mobilized the Night Guard to seal up the Weng Family's shops in the Devil Sect's Sealed Prefecture. Whoever he asked claimed not to know who Li Keqing was. That mysterious Fate Arts Master...
All these threads connected, converging on that legend from the capital: Li Qingxian, son of Li Gangfeng, the Night Guard's only Fate Arts Master. Zhou Chunfeng had perished along with several upper-rank Devil Sect experts to protect him, and rumor had it that Zhao Yishan held him in great esteem...
Wen Siyan's arms trembled slightly.
There was not a scholar under heaven who did not revere Zhao Yishan as a god.
Li Gangfeng was upright and incorruptible, Zhou Chunfeng was renowned throughout the world, and Song Yunjing was unrivaled in interpreting the classics, but Zhao Yishan was already designated to become the next Grand Sage.
Once Zhao Yishan resigned from office, Literary Sage Mountain's Ten-Thousand-Mile Flower Road would welcome the sage, and scholars across the land would bow to their worthy teacher.
How overwhelming was the power of the Devil Sect's Ministry of Justice? Yet Zhao Yishan had destroyed it with three fingers. The emperor had asked no questions, and the Devil Sect throughout the realm had acted as though nothing had happened.
Wen Siyan suddenly realized that Li Qingxian's arrival in Far-Reaching City could be concealed from ordinary people, but not from the Devil Sect's high officials.
Yet not one of them had breathed a word to him.
Wen Siyan felt as though he had plunged into an ice cavern.
Nearby, Lu Yuanting stood frozen before Li