Crouching Tiger Slope, Wang Family Estate.
"Once we put Hu Wa to the torture, he spilled everything."
"According to his confession, that night, he and two boys from the same village, Second Child and Xi Zi, abducted the Second Young Master into the woods. They happened to run into a martial artist passing by, named Lu Busha. The Second Young Master—he, he was killed by that martial artist." Biao Zi reported the results of the interrogation to his master, Wang Dafa.
Wang Dafa reclined sideways in his chair, a white wet towel pressed to his forehead. He had caught a chill recently.
Sitting upright, Wang Dafa coughed softly several times before asking in a deep voice, "Do you think everything he said is true?"
"It shouldn't be false," Biao Zi answered.
Several months had passed since the incident. The authorities had long since given up pursuing the murderer. There were always a few unsolved cases like this every year.
Yet Wang Dafa had never given up. He had continued sending people to investigate, and after spending a sea of silver, every clue with even the slightest connection had been checked. Going to find Liu Chuang had merely been one seemingly unrelated lead among them. Who would have thought it would truly lead them to the killer?
Tears streamed down Wang Dafa's face. The murderer who had killed his son had been found, yet the truth was so absurd. It had not been revenge, nor murder for wealth—it had instead seemed like an accident? His heart suddenly felt hollow, with nothing left but grief and bitterness.
"Master, what should we do next? Report it to the authorities?" Biao Zi asked cautiously.
"What about the people who were with Hu Wa? The ones called Second Child and Xi Zi—have they all been