Shui Zhongxing jolted. "Cult Master, what did you say?"
A son?
The Cult Master had a son?
How had he, the Holy Cult's Left Emissary, never known about this?
Where was the Cult Master's son?
Shui Zhongxing looked around, but could not see anyone who could be Mingwang's son.
Mingwang collected himself without explaining.
He merely asked gravely, "Who is that woman outside Spring Revival Hall?"
"She should be Lianshan Xin's mother, He Miaojun."
"Should be?" Mingwang frowned.
Shui Zhongxing said helplessly, "Cult Master, I've only been in Jiangzhou for two days. There are too many things to investigate. Thousand Faces is the local snake in Jiangzhou. It would be easier for him to investigate these matters. I still need time."
Mingwang ordered, "By tonight at the latest, I want news of Thousand Faces."
Shui Zhongxing grew even more helpless. "Cult Master, if our Holy Cult's people can find Thousand Faces in the Divine Capital, everything will be easy. But if Elder Thousand Faces means to hide, I'm afraid even Emperor Yongchang couldn't find him. How could the people I sent possibly manage it?"
"I only want results," Mingwang said gravely.
Shui Zhongxing cursed inwardly.
Those above moved their mouths; those below ran their legs off.
Before Mingwang, he was the one running his legs off.
Mingwang had not been so exacting before. He had not been a difficult Cult Master to serve.
But today, Mingwang felt somewhat unfamiliar to Shui Zhongxing.
What Shui Zhongxing expected even less was Mingwang's next question. "Do you have any of Yama's Calling Cards on you?"
"Two. Cult Master, why do you ask?"
Yama's Calling Card had been Yama's trademark when he roamed the Jianghu. Those who received one generally needed only to wash their necks and wait to die.
Naturally, many had refused