The next day, dawn had barely broken.
The party reached Tianjin after traveling through the night.
On the fifth floor of Tianjin's Misty Rain Tower.
The steward respectfully cupped his fists.
"Welcome, Pacification Commissioner Jia!"
Jia Huan waved a hand, took a seat, and asked directly:
"I heard that two Deputy Cult Leaders of the White Lotus Cult appeared in Tianjin near the end of the shen hour the day before yesterday?"
The steward's expression turned subtle.
This was highly confidential information. How had it reached Pacification Commissioner Jia?
Apparently, the Misty Rain Tower's Capital branch had practically become Pacification Commissioner Jia's "private army."
Jia Huan stared at him expressionlessly.
After a moment's consideration, the steward answered truthfully:
"Deputy Cult Leader Sima and Deputy Cult Leader Leng appeared together in South Jian Gu, Tianjin. They stayed for a quarter of an hour, then vanished again."
Jia Huan stressed his next words:
"You're certain they were the two Deputy Cult Leaders?"
The White Lotus Cult's hierarchy had always consisted of one cult leader, two Deputy Cult Leaders, four protectors, eight vajras, and sixteen helmsmen.
At his level, only capturing both Deputy Cult Leaders at once would barely qualify as a meritorious achievement.
The steward nodded.
"One of the Misty Rain Tower's intelligence agents once infiltrated the White Lotus Cult and saw Sima and Leng several years ago. He happened to encounter their party in South Jian Gu the day before yesterday. It should undoubtedly have been those two. One was at the sixth layer of the Profound Insight Realm, the other at the seventh layer."
Jia Huan continued:
"Where is this witness?"
As he spoke, he signaled Twin Whips with his eyes.
The latter handed over a second-tier top martial art manual.
"Lord Jia, this..." The steward's eyes went wide.
Jia