Tracking a Killer with the Revolving Lantern, Becoming a White Tiger Knight (7,000 Words, Please Vote!)

Cold wind swept through the City God Temple.

The desiccated corpse beneath the dilapidated statue belonged to an old man in a blue-gray gown. His chest had caved in, and his cloudy eyes stared wide open, unable to close in death.

Wang Deyong leaned over, his lion head not yet fully transformed back, and sniffed. "That wound is clean. One strike killed him, without even giving him a chance to fight back."

"You peasants have some nerve. You dared kill a Temple Keeper even we wouldn't dare touch?"

His accusation, coupled with his Demonkin face and the still-dripping Ghost-Head Broadsword, made the already terrified survivors of Tiger Family Village shudder. Their knees buckled, and they dropped as one onto the freezing ground again.

"Masters from Riverside, we wouldn't dare."

"Please see the truth, sir! We've been wronged. Give us ten times the courage, and we still wouldn't dare lay a finger on the Temple Keeper!"

"The Temple Keeper was an immortal. We couldn't possibly have done it—"

Cries rose one after another as they kowtowed like pestles pounding garlic.

From the scattered remarks earlier, they knew these were important people from the city, "immortals" with genuine powers. They feared angering them and being casually disposed of as the killers.

Standing beside the corpse, Li Xiang frowned slightly. A sense of helplessness welled up in him as he watched these villagers kneel at the slightest provocation.

"Everyone, get up," he barked, drowning out their cries.

"This is the Great Xin Dynasty. The Former Dynasty's rules about kneeling and kowtowing at every turn were abolished long ago."

"You're victims, not criminals. Straighten your backs when you speak."

Li Xiang looked at the village chief. "Sir, I believe you didn't kill the Temple Keeper."

There was a gulf as vast as heaven and