Once they had eaten and drunk their fill, the group settled the bill and headed straight for the Xiangping Prefecture Yamen.
Pan Long did not greet the Demon God hidden in He's kitchen. If the man did not want to reveal his identity, he surely had his reasons.
At the Xiangping Prefecture Yamen, they had no trouble meeting Jin Qingxin, the Principal Fifth Rank Prefect. Prefect Jin occupied an awkward position. Above him, the Marquis of Youzhou, the Provincial Governor, and the Governor-General held all the power at the top; below him, the Xiangping County Magistrate and his officials handled all the work on the ground.
Despite his lofty Principal Fifth Rank, he had almost nothing to do beyond overseeing a few departments, such as litigation and prisons.
When Pan Long and the others arrived, he was drinking tea and eating breakfast with several subordinate officials.
According to local rumor, morning tea at the Xiangping Prefecture Yamen normally lasted two hours. Before long, it would be time for lunch, another group meal that took two hours. Then came dinner, with another two hours of eating and drinking.
That was surely an exaggeration—who spent six hours a day eating and drinking? Still, it gave some idea of how quiet and dull the Xiangping Prefecture Yamen was.
This time, it was not just Murong Xiuping, the Subordinate Sixth Rank Xiangping Prefecture Registrar, who accompanied Pan Long and the others on the case. The prefect brought a whole crowd of officials, a bustling party dozens strong.
Clearly, they had come to watch the spectacle.
The main attraction was Shang Man's astonishing resurrection. Everyone wanted to see what the Immortals and Buddhas could do.
They first looked around the jail. Just as expected, they found no clues.
Pan Long, of course, was not so