Ever since returning from the Council Hall, Fang Qixian's expression had been grim. The few servants attending him were as quiet as cicadas in winter, terrified of provoking his anger.
Fang Qixian stood in the courtyard, a volcano of fury simmering in his chest, threatening to erupt at any moment.
For days, he had poured nearly all his energy into finding Rui'er's killer.
News of Tower Holder Ding Tong's death had been confirmed several days after the incident. As a Martial Arts Master at the Perfect Second Level of Inner Qi, anyone capable of killing him had to be a Martial Arts Master of the Third Stage of Inner Qi at the very least.
Martial Arts Masters of that caliber weren't a dime a dozen!
All signs pointed to this being a plot against the Fang Family, and he had directed his investigation accordingly.
The Fang Family had a thousand-year legacy. A tall tree attracts the wind, and their web of relationships was vast and tangled. Untangling it all was no simple feat.
