Luo Qian and Meng Xiao had never been close. But the man had been alive and well the last time they met, and now he lay in a coffin. Luo Qian could not help feeling sorrow. He stepped closer. Inside the white jade coffin, Meng Xiao's face was purple, his forehead black, and his swollen lips a dark violet. "This..." Luo Qian frowned. He knew little of such matters in the Immortal Realm, but the signs of injury looked unusual.
Zheng Daoguang answered his unspoken question. "It looks very much like the work of the Lu Household's Winter Yin Art." Hearing the implication in his words, Luo Qian said nothing. Sure enough, after a pause, Zheng Daoguang continued, "But..." He pulled a silver needle from Meng Xiao's leg. It had turned pitch-black. "He was struck by some kind of poisonous art. The Winter Yin Art is vicious, but it isn't a poisonous art."
Luo Qian froze. "Someone's trying to frame the Lu Household?" Zheng Daoguang did not answer. He would not draw a conclusion before he had proof. Luo Qian said no more and rushed out. As soon as he left, someone beside Zheng Daoguang asked, "Sir, was there any use in calling him here?" Zheng Daoguang replied mildly, "We're colleagues. It was only right to let him see Meng Xiao one last time." No one nearby dared say more, though none of them believed his explanation.
Luo Qian returned to the Jewelry Shop, thundered up to the top floor, and entered his Secret Chamber. He put on his earpiece and began listening intently to Lu Zhen through the Listening Device. Meng Xiao might not have died from the Winter Yin Art, but the Lu Household was still somehow involved. Lu Zhen's voice kept coming through the receiver, along with