Old Grudges

Yang Sixuan suddenly pulled a folded memorandum from his sleeve and placed it on the low table before Duan Rong.

Duan Rong glanced at Yang Sixuan's icy expression, his eyes shifting slightly. Then, by the lamplight, he looked at the memorandum's cover. It was blank, giving no hint of what lay inside.

Yang Sixuan said, "These are several Filthy Blood Sect hideouts I have been monitoring. I had originally intended to cast the net only after finding crucial clues, but now that Fu Yi has been captured, my entire scheme has come to nothing. Since Lord Director Duan is handling this case, I may as well tell you about these hideouts as well. I will only remind you, Lord Director Duan, that it is best to act quickly, lest those Filthy Blood fiends catch wind of this and escape."

Duan Rong had not expected Yang Sixuan to suddenly produce such a memorandum and was briefly stunned. Only then did he cup his fists and say, "With Lord Director Yang's breadth of mind and insight, Duan truly admires you."

Duan Rong was not merely flattering him. He genuinely found himself somewhat admiring Yang Sixuan's character.

Yang Sixuan gave a bitter smile. "I shall not disturb Lord Director Duan's handling of the case any longer. Yang takes his leave."

Having said that, Yang Sixuan turned and walked out of the dungeon.

Wooden racks stood on either side outside the dungeon doors, with braziers atop them. The blazing flames roared and hissed in the night wind.

Yang Sixuan stood there and could not help letting out a long sigh.

Ever since Zhu He had succeeded as sect master, he had wanted to replace Yang Sixuan as Director of the Judgment and Rectification Department. Yang Sixuan naturally understood this as well. A new emperor