Why do I have so many masters?
Chapter 807 - 72: Exposure, Intuition! (8000-Word Chapter)_3

"No need for such trouble."

"Let me ask you something, did any intelligence reports from the martial soldiers arrive tonight?"

The aged government official was clearly taken aback, then awkwardly laughed and said:

"Yes, there is one, it arrived just a moment ago, it's still on the table, but I haven't opened it..."

As he spoke, his voice became increasingly faint, almost inaudible if not listened to carefully. Tie Lin frowned, knowing this old official was shirking his duties, taking advantage of the Mid-Autumn Festival today, neglecting even to open and organize messages sent back.

An irritation rose in his heart, and with a cold snort, he frightened the old official until his face turned white. Tie Lin ignored him, striding inside the Ministry of Punishment's night duty room. The room was small; it had a bed and many cages hung on a crossbar on one side. There was a stack of half-eaten mooncake pastries on the table and three letters rolled together.

Tie Lin's steps paused slightly, his expression unchanged, as he reached out his right hand to take the messages just removed from the carrier pigeons. For some reason, he was reluctant to open them immediately.

Before he left earlier, he had instructed the martial soldiers to closely monitor Feng An's actions. If Feng An returned directly to Xingde Lane, there would be no need to report.

Since there was a message returned, at least, Feng An did not go back to Xingde Lane.

Maybe he just wanted to wander around.

Thoughts quickly flashed through Tie Lin's mind, yet his hands did not pause a bit, skillfully unrolling the messages. Under the flickering candlelight, a line of words was clearly reflected in his eyes.

Feng An did not go to Xingde Lane.

Tie Lin's expression twitched, yet his actions did not stop.

Then came the second report, and the third.

Feng An had conflicts with idle men in the city, was coerced into an alley, and after a stick of incense's time, seven idle men were found unconscious with missing clothes.

Lost track of Feng An, he never returned.

Tie Lin's actions finally stopped. The old official saw he had not spoken for a long time and furtively glanced at the officer from Heaven Capital City. Under the candle's flickering light, Tie Lin's body stood as straight as a clay statue in the hall, his complexion icy, emitting a bone-chilling cold from inside out. This scared the old official, who quickly lowered his head, not daring to look further.

After several moments, Tie Lin let out a long breath, his left hand spreading casually on the table, while his right hand tightly grasped the three messages.

His mind was in turmoil now, pictures flashed by, then quickly categorized, and finally, the lines in the image converged and intertwined, stopping when Wang Anfeng seemed to rush towards him.

In that instant, the overwhelming sense of dread made him feel as if he was in the Ministry of Punishment's main hall, facing the Chief Arrestor.

But those were Grandmasters in the Ministry of Punishment, true grandmasters, not merely Pillars of the State in the seventy-two regions who forcefully ascended the tower using spiritual objects and Qi Mechanisms.

"Feng An..."

Tie Lin suddenly sat onto the chair, his expression continually changing. The details he had previously ignored suddenly became clear once Feng An's questionable identity was assumed.

And the problems this exposure brought continued to weigh heavily on his heart—

Because this issue originated from his respected and safeguarded fellow disciple.

Wuxin.

Upon careful recollection, just now when Feng An was acting or speaking, he would subconsciously glance at Wuxin, yet Wuxin, unlike his former sharpness, showed no reaction. Not only that, he seemed even angered at Feng An, causing their discord.

Originally, Tie Lin merely thought that even someone like Wuxin would show a disturbance in mood when faced with such a tricky situation, and sometimes direct anger towards others. He even slightly self-mockingly observed that Wuxin wasn't an immortal, merely a human.

But that conclusion was based on Feng An having no issues, simply being an ordinary young martial artist. Now that he considered Feng An as a hidden identity's villain, the odd behavior between the two connected.

And this connection directly pointed to the situation Tie Lin absolutely did not want to confront.

He closed his eyes, recalling Wuxin's record in his mind. He always viewed this fellow disciple as his goal and was therefore extremely familiar with his record. Wuxin handled cases with cold, decisive ruthlessness, never failing, the paragon of the Ministry of Punishment. Not only in the Jianghu but even among the noble youth in Heaven Capital City, the words 'harsh official' were whispered about him.

For over ten years, there was only one failure.

The criminal was cunningly decisive, excelling in deadly martial arts, thereby evading capture back to the Capital City. However, Wuxin knocked him off a cliff, leaving him to be shattered. That man was a youth back then, and with several years gone by, he should now be at a young age.

Tie Lin opened his eyes.

He nearly squeezed out the words through clenched teeth.

"Grade B wanted criminal, Yi Nanping..."

Outside, the sound of footsteps suddenly arose, and an officer from the Yu Department came, holding a dossier, stumbling in. Crashing into the room, he saw Tie Lin suddenly turn his head, cold and chilling, and was startled. Then he raised the dossier in his hand and exclaimed loudly:

"Found it!"

"Among the seventy-three wards in Liangzhou City, the most likely place for hiding is Anding Ward!"

The night wind that came with the Yu Department officer caused the candle flame to flicker violently, reflecting in Tie Lin's suddenly wide eyes, burning fiercely.

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