Wen Ning rolled his eyes at Xie Bi'an.
"Come on, Xie. He's already escaped, so what are you coming to me for?"
Xie Bi'an rubbed his hands together and smiled, sidestepping the question.
Wen Ning leaned behind the counter, turning a cup in his hand. He knew exactly what was going on.
He really didn't want to get involved in Lin Feng's business.
As a Deity, he couldn't directly interfere with mortal law to avenge anyone. But if Lin Feng went after that family himself, that was Lin Feng's business. It had nothing to do with him.
At most, he was a bystander. There was no reason to jump into the fray.
Besides, who was Xie Bi'an? A ghost marshal of the Underworld, White Impermanence, with centuries on the job.
Never mind a newly dead, wronged soul like Lin Feng-even if he cultivated for several hundred more years, one flick of Xie Bi'an's Soul-Hooking Rope would still bring him down.
Xie Bi'an had never seriously intended to capture him tonight.
He had taken two Ghost Messengers along, gone through the motions, then used the opportunity to bow out and come looking for Wen Ning.
Wen Ning could figure out his scheme without even trying.
There was no way the Underworld didn't know what that family had done.
Judge Lu had recorded every debt in the ledger of karma.
Xie Bi'an certainly knew, too. He was letting Lin Feng off so Lin Feng could settle the matter himself.
But if he alone let Lin Feng slip away, he would have trouble explaining himself when the Underworld held him accountable.
Bringing Wen Ning in changed things. With the Heavenly Court's Mortal Realm Office involved, he would have someone to share the blame when the higher-ups asked questions.
Xie Bi'an walked up to