Prefect's Office Dispatch

The two spies exchanged grave looks. Without disturbing the drunken Li Bao, they quietly paid the bill and left the tavern.

After leaving the tavern and entering a secluded alley, one of them said in a low voice, "For half a year, we've been unable to find any clues to the mastermind behind the destruction of more than a dozen nearby factions. Li Family's drunken ramblings today have finally given us a suspect!"

The other nodded heavily. "Time is of the essence. Send this crucial testimony back to the Prefect's Office at once by fast horse! Have the prefectural city thoroughly investigate the Li Family's connection to the destruction of the past dozen or so martial factions!"

An urgent secret letter sped toward the prefectural capital, the horse whipped onward at full gallop.

The Li Family of Black Mountain believed their scheme was seamless, yet they never imagined that one drunken slip of the tongue from a collateral descendant would tear a fatal breach in the monstrous conspiracy they had concealed for half a year.

The night was deep, and the autumn wind on the official road was bleak and desolate. Hooves shattered the silence all the way, kicking up clouds of dust. In just a few short hours, the secret letter recording Li Bao's drunken words was delivered into the prefectural city's government office.

After receiving the report, the Prefect's Office official's hand, which had been reviewing documents at his desk, suddenly froze.

For more than a year, incidents had occurred one after another throughout the Western Border. More than a dozen martial factions, large and small, had been destroyed in succession. Every scene had been forged to look like martial world vendettas or gang clashes, with clues fragmented and all traces erased. It was like a cloud of