Li Ping'an looked closely with his Dharma Eye, and all of Liu Er's allotted fortune appeared before him.
Yet a strand of aura lay hidden beneath his qi.
Only by peeling back layer upon layer of cloud and mist could he detect a trace of it.
Without looking carefully, he would never have discovered it.
This strand of aura inspired awe and reverence, as though an emperor stood before him.
Li Ping'an clicked his tongue despite himself, a peculiar smile touching his lips.
Who would have thought Liu Er was a son or grandson of the dragon?
With a thought, he took a few more looks to make sure he had not been mistaken.
No wonder that monster had been lurking beside Liu Er.
Imperial descendants all carried their dynasty's fortune, sharing in its rise and fall, glory and disgrace.
To monsters, demons, and ghosts, they were the finest nourishment.
With a little more skill, seizing their bodies without disturbing that fortune would bring considerable benefits to future cultivation.
Li Ping'an came back to himself and surveyed the objects in Liu Er's room again, still somewhat uncertain.
Turning to Liu Er, he said, "Head Constable Liu, might we speak in private?"
Liu Er thought Li Ping'an wanted to discuss his wife, something outsiders should not hear, so he led Li Ping'an into a side room.
"What is it, sir?"
Liu Er looked at Li Ping'an uneasily.
Li Ping'an went straight to the point. "Head Constable Liu, are you of imperial descent?"
"Ah!?"
Liu Er's expression abruptly changed, undisguised astonishment in his eyes.
After a moment's silence, he bowed solemnly.
"Sir, you saw through my identity at a glance. You have my admiration!
"But this matter is of grave importance. I hope you will not mention it to anyone else."
Li