Of course, Wang Ping and Yu Cheng Taoist couldn't tell Yang Hou the truth. The matter was far too complicated.
Yang Hou's responsibility was to use the inner affairs' eyes and ears in Shangjing City to uncover Liu Zixiu's travel routes over the past few months, and to investigate every person he had come into contact with along the way.
The workload was immense, but it was necessary.
Wang Ping returned to the Mountain Peak Dojo and sat before the old locust tree to enter a meditative trance. He had long been prepared for the death of his second senior brother, Liu Zixiu, so he felt no great sorrow—only the regret and longing that comes with losing a loved one.
The chaotic situation filled him with a growing sense of frustration. Zhongzhou had become a grand game of chess where anyone could place a piece on the board. Now that he and Yu Cheng Taoist had made their move, others would be forced to either attack or defend.
