Barren as it was, Immortals still lived there. From a drifting white cloud came two indolent voices. "Old Zhao, don't you think Lord Lu risks touching Zheng Daoguang's reverse scale by having us watch Luo Qian? I heard Zheng Daoguang recently rendered great service. He's in Hall Steward's good graces, and rumor has it he'll soon become the official head of the Secret Investigation Bureau. Besides, Luo Qian helped us once..."
The other man sounded much older, steady and seasoned. After a long sigh, he replied, "Brother Bao, to tell the truth, I didn't want to take this assignment. If there's nothing wrong with Luo Qian, all will be well. Even if Zheng Daoguang finds out, he'll come by and throw a few barbs at us, but he won't truly make trouble for Lord Lu. But if we do find something and throw one of Zheng Daoguang's men in prison, do you think he'll let it rest? They say Zheng Daoguang is fiercely protective of his own. Once he has full control of the Secret Investigation Bureau, Lord Lu won't be able to escape a spell behind bars..." He could not stop sighing.
Brother Bao grew anxious too. "Lord Lu has always worked tirelessly and treated his subordinates like his own children. We're all grateful to him. If that happens, Old Zhao, tell me: if we really find something, should we report it honestly to Lord Lu or not?" Old Zhao said, "Lord Lu is too upright. That's why he's sat in this minor Security Commandant's post for a hundred and twenty years. His former subordinates have all risen to the rank of Constabulary Director, while Lord Lu is still a Security Commandant. Whether to report it may not be up to us. I'm afraid Lord Lu has already made