Disciples were all servants. That was the true rule governing the transmission of martial arts.
Especially in government service, how much one could learn and what one could learn depended entirely on rank and authorization.
Besides, the Spirit Tide had yet to arrive. What use were martial arts, then? Could they withstand the authorities' efforts to hunt them down and kill them?
Ultimately, Luo Jiang was a blade of grass beneath even Fang Zhen's notice. But for a rising dignitary like Su Ziji, gifted swordswomen like her were still in short supply.
Su Ziji watched Luo Jiang dancing in the courtyard, lost in thought, and something occurred to him.
When Luo Jiang entered the residence, her identity had actually been classified. Normally, the Duke of Dai's Residence could never have uncovered her background, but there was no guarding against half a Rosewood Pendant.
Six rounds of absorption had naturally revealed relevant information. With those clues, Luo Jiang's origins had lost their concealment, and investigating them on Su Ziji's orders had not been particularly difficult for the Wild Daoist.
After all, her identity might be classified, but she lived in the real world. Her home might well be only a few hundred yards away.
The Wild Daoist reported that Luo Jiang had been trained by her sect since childhood, then joined the Imperial City Office on its orders and risked her life in its service.
He had assumed the girl was an orphan, only to learn that Luo Jiang still had a mother.
That isn't surprising. Mother and daughter depend on each other for survival. With her mother under the Imperial City Office's control, Luo Jiang would be all the more obedient.
Whether it trusted someone or not, controlling their family was standard practice for the Imperial City Office, without exception.