Lu Mi, a trusted subordinate, stroked his three long, ink-black strands of beard and nodded slightly. He wholeheartedly agreed with the Order Master, but still looked hesitant. "The Great Amnesty War isn't something ordinary cultivators can take part in. You need to be at least in the human immortal realm. Shi Chun seems to be only in the advanced martial realm, doesn't he? He wouldn't even qualify to register..."
His eyes flickered as he watched Mulan Jin. Hesitantly, he said, "Unless we force his cultivation up with potent medicines, but that would ruin his cultivation foundation. He probably wouldn't advance another inch afterward, and it would shorten his lifespan too."
Mulan Jin, whom only his daughter seemed capable of angering, had regained the gentle elegance of the Green-Robed Guest. He gave a soft snort. "You're overthinking it. He broke through to the human immortal realm several years ago, only a few years after Qingqing."
Lu Mi murmured in surprise. Mulan Qingqing enjoyed relatively top-tier cultivation resources, supplemented by all sorts of miraculous pills and medicines. With her considerable talent, her unusually rapid progress was understandable. But what was Shi Chun's explanation? He couldn't help asking, "He could cultivate in prison?"
Mulan Jin said, "Probably thanks to Lan Qiaoyan. Miao Dingyi didn't go into the details."
"Oh." Lu Mi stroked his beard and nodded again. "In that case, if we can get him out, his ruthless, vicious, and cunning ways would indeed make him a suitable helper for the young lady."
Mulan Jin gazed up into the cloudy sky, pondering. "This time, the more ruthless and cunning, the better. All I hope for is a fierce tiger descending the mountain!"
Inside the Central Hub Hall in Zhixu City, Envoy Qieshan entered and found the Prison Inspector still beside the star chart,