As she watched Chen Jindong walk toward the inn's entrance, Zheng Zhuxi burned with anger. She wanted nothing more than to hurry after him, confront him, and tear away that villain's false face.
But just as she was about to take her first step, someone caught her right sleeve, bringing her to a halt.
Zheng Zhuxi instinctively turned and saw her junior brother slowly shake his head at her.
The girl immediately calmed down. She understood that even if she challenged him on the spot, it would accomplish nothing. Unsupported accusations could not bring down the future hope of the Yellow Millet Sect.
Had this been Dingjiang Prefecture, the reputation of the Xiaoming Sect and her own would have been enough to have the authorities detain Chen Jindong for a time, until Martial Grandmasters from the Ministry of Justice and the Martial Prohibition Bureau arrived to distinguish good from evil. But this was Qisong Prefecture, where the Yellow Millet Sect assisted with patrol duties.
Ding Songyan behaved as usual, offering the Lü siblings a few sympathetic words of comfort. He and Zheng Zhuxi each gave them two mace of silver as funeral gifts.
Then the two took their leave and returned to the street.
Seeing the girl downcast and silent, Ding Songyan suddenly chuckled.
"Senior sister, shall we catch up with him and mete out Heaven's justice ourselves?"
"Ah..." Zheng Zhuxi looked stunned.
She had indeed felt that impulse just now, but had quickly dismissed the thought.
Without conclusive evidence, how could she kill someone based on her own likes and dislikes?
Ding Songyan smiled and said:
"Procedures exist to prevent wrongful convictions, and they certainly matter a great deal. But some villains exploit loopholes in those procedures, leaving everyone aware of their guilt yet unable to convict them. Senior