Northern Flame Capital, the Martial Prohibition Bureau.
The tall, powerfully built Yi Beiwang wore his hair loose and carried an enormous Vermilion Bow on his back. Apart from his left arm being longer than his right, there was nothing visibly unusual about him.
He was already in his sixties, yet not a single wrinkle marked his face. His features looked chiseled by blade and axe, hard and rather cold.
"Junior Minister Yi." A member of the Martial Prohibition Bureau strode up to Yi Beiwang, a thin document in his hand.
"What is it?" Yi Beiwang, who had been gazing up at the great sun from beside the window, turned to ask.
The bureau member answered rapidly:
"'Evil Through and Through' Sun Feiyang is dead."
Yi Beiwang's eyes, reflecting the golden sunlight, widened slightly.
That Heterodox Path fiend had taken an arrow from him head-on last night, and now he was dead?
His injuries had certainly not been light, but apart from the Great Grandmasters, no more than ten people in all of Flame Capital could have killed him. That included those whose abilities countered the Accumulated Evil Path's arts and those exceptionally skilled at assassination.
Yi Beiwang asked gravely, "Where did he die? Do we know who killed him?"
The bureau member looked down at the document in his hand.
"He died at Qian Shulong's former residence in Feng Family Lane, in the east of the city. His body was in an underground chamber, and his head had been discarded in the courtyard. His soul appears to have been reduced to ashes and smoke.
"The cause of death was a sword thrust between the brows.
"The killer's identity is unknown. The servants only saw a Golden Boy Mask."
A Golden Boy Mask? Yi Beiwang vaguely recalled hearing of such a