Tang Wanhong stood beside the rockery, his eyes deeply watching the staggering figure of Ruan Fengshan leaving.
Shen Yanliu glanced at him and said, "Wanhong, it seems this person is indeed not involved."
"If Ruan Fengshan was also part of the Filthy Blood Sect, this case would be enormous," Tang Wanhong replied. "However, Ruan Fengshan's great-grandfather was once an Outer Disciple of the Taiyi Sect, spanning generations of gentry. It's unlikely he'd join the Filthy Blood Sect."
Shen Yanliu nodded. Having tested it with his own Iron Hand, he knew all too well. "Then let's conclude this case as we agreed."
The next day, the twenty-third of the twelfth lunar month.
Just at the break of dawn, several clerks from the government office posted the closing notice at the entrance of the office and beside the city gate.
Luan Jingfu and Wei Yutian were both followers of the Filthy Blood Sect; their relatives and servants were all dealt with as accomplices.
