Yang Suguan looked around the temple and smiled slightly at everyone, bowing: “Disturbing you unexpectedly as an uninvited guest – please forgive my presumption.” These words were crisp and clear, appropriately spoken, indescribably pleasant to hear.

Liu Lingchuan had luckily recovered his life, but never expected Yang Suguan to save him. For a moment he didn’t know how to respond, only stammering: “Sir… why did you intervene to save me?” Yang Suguan smiled slightly: “We all belong to the martial world and have no deep hatred – why must we fight to the death?”

Qian Lingyi and Liu Lingchuan exchanged glances, both feeling surprised, not knowing why Yang Suguan was being so generous. That day at Mount Hua, the great battle between Shaolin and Kunlun sects involved deadly combat, and Master Ling Ding nearly died at Zhuo Lingzhao’s hands – how could they say there was no enmity between the two sides? Moreover, when Zhuo Lingzhao robbed the sheepskin, he snatched it from Yang Suguan’s hands. Qian and Liu felt suspicious and secretly guarded against him, fearing he had some conspiracy.

Qian Lingyi spoke first, cursing: “You surnamed Yang! What are you doing in Changzhou? If you have some plot, speak plainly!”

Yang Suguan smiled: “Master Qian speaks too harshly. On the road, I heard it said that your sect master, through painstaking efforts, finally found the iron essence. At this time, you’ve probably forged a peerless divine weapon? I congratulate your sect first.”

Qian Lingyi sneered: “A weasel paying New Year’s respects to a chicken – spare me this boring nonsense. I think our divine sword was lost because your people did it! Confess yourself!”

Yang Suguan was slightly surprised: “The divine sword was snatched? Who did it?”

Qian Lingyi spat: “Still pretending? Obviously it was those Shaolin bald donkeys! Still dare to deny it?” Liu Lingchuan, having received a life-saving favor, didn’t want to speak insultingly and answered: “We dare not hide it – the sword-snatcher’s body technique was too fast. We couldn’t see his face clearly. This person moved like lightning, and our sect master was caught off guard, allowing him to succeed.”

Yang Suguan took a deep breath and nodded: “Hah! I traveled day and night but was still a step too late.”

Liu Lingchuan frowned: “From Master Yang’s words, do you know the sword-snatcher?” Yang Suguan shook his head: “You needn’t be suspicious. In any case, I will definitely assist your mountain in recovering the treasured sword to avoid harming the harmony between both sides.”

The word “harmony” shocked everyone. Liu Lingchuan looked skeptical: “Doctor Yang, you saved my life, and I, Liu, am grateful. But honest people don’t do underhanded things – we’re clearly enemies. Don’t you feel hypocritical speaking this way now?”

Qian Lingyi mocked: “All court people are the same – asking them not to be hypocritical would be like the sun rising in the west! You surnamed Yang, what exactly do you want? Quickly let out a fart!”

Yang Suguan smiled slightly: “Fine, since Master Qian asks, I’ll speak plainly. I came to Changzhou specifically for a court matter and want to meet with your sect master to discuss it.” Qian Lingyi laughed: “Court matter? Who are you fooling? If you had official business, why not go to Beijing to find Lord Jiang or Lord Liu? Why come to the Changzhou countryside?” He burst into laughter. While Qian Lingyi was laughing and cursing, Liu Lingchuan felt alarmed: “Do you really have business with our sect master?”

Yang Suguan nodded: “This isn’t the place to talk – it’s inconvenient to say more. I only want you two to pass a message to your sect master, saying Yang Suguan will call tomorrow morning and asking him to receive me.”

Hearing that Yang Suguan wanted to see Zhuo Lingzhao, the two Kunlun men couldn’t help feeling surprised. Liu Lingchuan coughed: “This is unfortunate – our sect master has an appointment tomorrow. At noon he’ll duel at Loujiang Ferry. If Master Yang wants to visit our sect master tomorrow morning, it might be very inconvenient.”

Yang Suguan smiled slightly: “No matter – first deliver this letter. Sect Master Zhuo will understand my intention.” He took out a letter from his chest and handed it over.

Liu Lingchuan was completely puzzled but had to reach out and accept it. Qian Lingyi squinted strangely and said coldly: “Doctor Yang, speak plainly – our two families have always had enmity, no kindness. What exactly do you want to do?” Yang Suguan shook his head: “It’s inconvenient to say more now – just deliver this letter and the truth will become clear.” Knowing Yang Suguan was deep in schemes and formidable in action, though they didn’t understand his plot, with so many people present, it wasn’t convenient to ask more. They took the letter and left the temple directly.

Lu Yun was also full of questions. Seeing the two leave the temple, he wanted to fly out and question Yang Suguan clearly. Before he could move, Gu Qianxi reached out and stopped him. Lu Yun’s heart jumped as he whispered: “What’s wrong?” Gu Qianxi smiled: “Miss Yan Ting has something to say – don’t go out and interrupt.”

Lu Yun looked out and indeed saw Yan Ting’s face full of shy beauty, gazing foolishly at Yang Suguan as if she had thousands of words to tell him. Even if Lu Yun were ten times more obtuse, he’d know Yan Ting was devoted and deeply admired Yang Suguan. Going out rashly now would ruin their private time together. He could only restrain himself to avoid disturbing the two.

Seeing the Kunlun sect members leave, Yang Suguan smiled at Yan Ting and said gently: “Miss Yan Ting, we haven’t seen each other for half a year – have you been well?”

Meeting his gaze, Yan Ting suddenly blushed all over. Her skin was white and delicate, and with that rosy blush on her face, she looked like she wore rouge, appearing even more charming. Seeing she didn’t answer, Yang Suguan continued: “That sword technique just now was very powerful – you nearly took Sword Wave’s life. Next time you act, you should show more mercy.” Yan Ting turned her head away and said softly: “No matter how powerful, it’s useless – didn’t you easily break it?” Her tone carried slight resentment.

Yang Suguan was a man experienced in romance. When they first met, he knew Yan Ting had feelings for him. Seeing her tender, passionate demeanor now, he knew she admired him deeply. He smiled: “Just now I was eager to save someone, so I intervened with one move – absolutely not intentionally disrespectful. Please don’t blame me, Miss.” Hearing the word “blame,” Yan Ting immediately lowered her head: “I’m just an ordinary little girl, and you’re a court minister – how dare I blame you for anything?”

Seeing her dejected, Yang Suguan bent down and gazed at Yan Ting: “Don’t say that – without my court status, isn’t Yang Suguan just an ordinary person too?” Yan Ting didn’t dare meet his gaze and stepped back. Yang Suguan unfastened the token from his waist and placed it in Yan Ting’s hand, smiling: “Here, for now you be the official and I’ll be the commoner. How about it?” His tone was gentle, just like an older brother talking to his little sister, all to make Yan Ting happy.

Yan Ting gasped – this Ministry of War token had always been a symbol of court authority, a vital item. She never expected Yang Suguan would give the token to her. She tremblingly reached out to accept it, holding it in a daze, then suddenly sighed and handed the token back.

Yang Suguan didn’t take it, laughing: “What’s wrong? Don’t want to be an official after just this short while?” Hearing his joke, Yan Ting’s expression darkened. She turned her head away and said sadly: “No matter how good this thing is, I can only hold it for a moment. What’s the use of keeping it?” While speaking, her small hand holding the token trembled slightly, and tears filled her eyes.

Seeing her about to cry, Yang Suguan walked over and supported her waist with his left hand. Yan Ting saw his behavior was too intimate, blushed, and wanted to dodge, but Yang Suguan whispered: “Don’t move.” Instantly he had hung the token on her belt.

Yan Ting said in amazement: “This… this is…” Yang Suguan smiled: “If Miss likes this token, then I give it to you. In the future, if you encounter trouble, send someone to deliver this token to the capital, and Yang will definitely handle it for you.” Hearing these words, Yan Ting’s eyes showed joyful light as she said tremblingly: “Do you mean this?” Yang Suguan nodded: “Yang’s word is his bond.”

Yan Ting was overjoyed and took down the token to examine it carefully. She saw it was engraved with seal script reading “Ministry of War Bureau of Operations” – five characters – but she didn’t know many words, so how could she recognize them? She didn’t dare ask more, fearing Yang Suguan would look down on her. For a moment her face glowed rosy as her delicate hand gently stroked the token. Yang Suguan wore a smile, looking down at her.

This Yan Ting, who was so clever and lively in front of Lu Yun, tormenting that bookish scholar to distraction, became shy and bashful in front of Yang Suguan. Watching this, Gu Qianxi couldn’t help covering her mouth and laughing softly. She took the official seal from Lu Yun’s waist – it was the prefect’s token – then waved it in front of Lu Yun, her lips moving silently: “This token is mine now.”

Lu Yun had only recently taken office and, being naturally simple, didn’t like carrying these seals and tokens around. If not for tonight’s business, he’d probably have left it at the residence again. Seeing Gu Qianxi seriously holding it, he couldn’t help smiling slightly, thinking: “These days are really strange – why does everyone like collecting tokens? Next time I’ll ask Zhonghai for one too.”

Lu Yun didn’t understand girls’ clever thoughts – if he learned Yan Ting’s coquettish manner and went to ask Qin Zhonghai for that token, he’d inevitably frighten this Tiger Forest Army commander into complete weakness and fleeing in panic.

After a long while, Yang Suguan smiled: “Miss Yan Ting, do you know Commissioner Wu has also come south?” Hearing him suddenly mention Wu Dingyuan, Yan Ting couldn’t help making an “oh” sound. She blinked: “Did you come to Jiangnan to find him?”

Yang Suguan smiled: “Not entirely. I came to Changzhou only for a court matter.”

Yan Ting was completely confused and shook her head: “Court matter? What’s that?”

Yang Suguan smiled: “Do you know who wrote that letter just now?” Earlier, Yang Suguan had taken out a letter and given it to Liu Lingchuan – Yan Ting had naturally seen it clearly. She said in a daze: “Wasn’t it written by you? Could there be someone else?”

Yang Suguan shook his head: “Not so. That letter was personally written by Marquis Liu – a secret message entrusting me to come south and deliver it to Zhuo Lingzhao, asking him to join in opposing Jiang Chong!” At these words, Lu Yun and Gu Qianxi behind the statue, and Yan Ting in front of it, were all greatly shocked.

Yang Suguan ignored their reactions, flicked his sleeves, and said in a deep voice: “I carry Marquis Liu’s mission on this trip – I came specifically to win over Zhuo Lingzhao!” Hearing that Liu Angtian actually had a personal secret letter, Lu Yun was also shocked beyond words. His mind was in chaos as he thought: “What’s this about? Didn’t the Marquis send us here to arrest someone? What medicine is he selling in his gourd?” Seeing his troubled expression, Gu Qianxi knew Lu Yun was extremely vexed, but not understanding the inside story, she didn’t dare speak.

Yan Ting had also heard of Liu Angtian’s great name, knowing he was one of the three chief ministers at court. After being dazed for a while, she said: “Such a confidential matter… why are you telling me?” This question hit the crucial point, and Lu Yun quickly held his breath to listen carefully.

Yang Suguan’s expression became grave as he sighed: “To win over Zhuo Lingzhao is absolutely no easy task – there’s one crucial obstacle that’s extremely difficult. I’ve thought left and right but can’t find a way to solve it, so I can only ask you to help, little sister.”

Yang Suguan was usually serious and proper – who knew he’d suddenly address Yan Ting as “little sister”? Coming from someone else, this might seem frivolous, but his urgent, sincere pleading tone was so genuine that far from seeming abrupt, it added considerable intimacy, as if Yan Ting really were his own sister.

Yan Ting originally knew nothing about court affairs – what did she care whom Yang Suguan wanted to win over? Seeing him looking at her with such expectation, she couldn’t help blushing and turning her head away: “Don’t say such things… if… if I can help, I’ll definitely do my best.” She looked back at Yang Suguan and said softly: “No matter how difficult, I’ll do it for you.” These last words were as faint as mosquito buzzing – probably only she herself could hear them, like talking to herself.

Hearing Yan Ting’s ready promise, Yang Suguan immediately said happily: “With your personal agreement, this will be manageable. Miss Yan Ting, I want to ask you to persuade someone.”

Yan Ting was slightly surprised, not expecting this to be his request. She said blankly: “Persuade someone? I’m insignificant – who would listen to my persuasion?”

Yang Suguan smiled slightly: “This person cares about you very much – he’s Commissioner Wu, who saved your life.”

Yan Ting gasped: “Lord Wu? What do you want me to persuade him?”

Yang Suguan sighed: “I hope he’ll spare Zhuo Lingzhao.”

Yan Ting was shocked, the rosy color slowly fading from her face as she whispered: “You want him not to seek revenge?”

Yang Suguan nodded: “Miss is indeed clever – for the court’s greater good, I have no choice.”

Hearing this, Lu Yun’s mind flashed with lightning as he suddenly understood the whole story. Why Liu Angtian agreed to take on the Yanling Escort Agency case but wouldn’t let Wu Dingyuan go south, instead sending him and Yang Suguan – it turned out everything had been planned in the capital, just waiting to win over this Kunlun Sect Master to checkmate Jiang Chong. But the Kunlun sect members and Wu Dingyuan had hatred deep as the sea – if this plan were revealed openly, it would inevitably make Wu Dingyuan resentful. Probably for this reason, they simply kept even Lu Yun in the dark, and probably even Qin Zhonghai didn’t know.

In an instant, Lu Yun felt utterly exhausted. Thinking of Wu Dingyuan going south alone to seek revenge made him feel even more guilty toward him. Yang Suguan observed expressions and saw Yan Ting shaking her head silently, guessing she had doubts in her heart. He continued persuading: “We’re doing this not only for Marquis Liu but for everyone’s good. Jiang Chong’s power is currently vast – since we’re facing this treacherous minister head-on, we can’t be without allies. If Commissioner Wu acts recklessly, it will inevitably harm others and himself, and then it will be difficult to handle.”

Hearing these words, Yan Ting walked away two steps and turned to look outside the temple. The moonlight was bright and clear, illuminating the ground like a poetic scene. Thinking of Wu Dingyuan’s sincere, dark face, she couldn’t help sighing softly: “I don’t understand these court matters Master Yang speaks of… but at that time in Shenji Cave, we faced life-and-death danger, and Lord Wu would rather commit suicide than accept Zhuo Lingzhao’s favor. Now you want him to reconcile with Kunlun Mountain – that’s absolutely impossible.”

Hearing Yan Ting’s words, Lu Yun secretly praised her: “Miss Yan Ting understands Dingyuan very well – she can be considered his devoted female friend.”

Yang Suguan frowned: “What Miss says isn’t necessarily true. Speaking of it, Zhuo Lingzhao and Dingyuan don’t have any deep hatred – our Shaolin Temple is the real victim in the Yanling Escort Agency case. As long as we explain righteousness to him, I believe Dingyuan, having been an official for many years, will understand the urgency and importance of matters. Don’t you think so?” Hearing his eloquent reasoning, Yan Ting naturally couldn’t refute. She pondered for a long time: “Even if I wanted to persuade him, I’m insignificant and only met Lord Wu by chance – we’re neither relatives nor friends. Why would he listen to my persuasion?”

Yang Suguan shook his head and stepped forward: “Miss, don’t belittle yourself. Do you know how much Commissioner Wu cares about you?” Hearing these words, Yan Ting’s body actually trembled slightly: “He… he cares about me…”

Yang Suguan nodded: “That’s right. Commissioner Wu cares for you greatly – it’s for this affection that though the world is vast, only you can convince him to change his mind and forget this hatred.” He gazed at Yan Ting and said gently: “Miss, I beg you to help.”

Hearing Yang Suguan ask her to approach another man, Yan Ting suddenly had tears in her eyes. She looked at Yang Suguan, trembling all over.

Yang Suguan ignored this and only said gently: “Miss, do you agree?” Tears slid down Yan Ting’s cheeks as she said sadly: “Doctor Yang, I don’t care about others – do you know I… I also care for you greatly!” In an instant, unable to restrain herself any longer, she threw herself into his arms and hugged Yang Suguan tightly.

Yang Suguan let her hold him and reached out to gently stroke her hair, saying softly: “Dingyuan is a man of deep feeling and righteousness. He has repeatedly risked his life for you – he’s someone worth entrusting yourself to.” Yan Ting had buried her face in Yang Suguan’s chest, but hearing him speak this way was more embarrassing than being pushed away. She immediately burst into tears, pushed Yang Suguan away with her hands, covered her face, and ran out of the temple.

Yang Suguan sighed softly. He looked at Yan Ting’s retreating figure, seeming quite helpless. His foot touched lightly and he also chased after her. Both had excellent lightness skills and in an instant had run without a trace.

Seeing the two leave the temple, Lu Yun immediately gave a heavy sigh. He covered his face with both hands, leaned back against the statue, looking very dejected.

Knowing he was unhappy, Gu Qianxi immediately grasped his hand and said gently: “Don’t worry first – think things through clearly before speaking.”

Lu Yun shook his head: “What heart-to-heart talks and intimate conversations – not even informing me of such a major matter. What does this prefect amount to? Dingyuan traveling a thousand li from the capital – what does that amount to?” His expression was very desolate as he spoke.

Gu Qianxi consoled: “Don’t blame Yang Suguan. I’ve known him for over a year – this person appears gentle on the surface but actually has a very patient nature. I think for the sake of your Marquis, he can give up anything.”

Lu Yun didn’t want to say more. He nodded and took Gu Qianxi’s small hand to stand up when suddenly he heard a young girl’s call from outside the door: “Senior Sister! Senior Sister! Are you hiding here? Come out quickly! I apologize to you.” This voice was full of innocent charm – it was Juan’er who had arrived.

Seeing Juan’er’s arrival, Lu Yun quickly pulled Gu Qianxi down to sit. At this time, he and Gu Qianxi, a man and woman alone, hiding in this ruined temple, naturally didn’t want to be seen by others, lest they be mocked by this outspoken little girl. So they decided to wait for Juan’er to leave before departing themselves.

Juan’er called for a while, then walked into the temple. A man’s voice came from behind: “Sister Juan’er, don’t wander around.” The voice was simple and dull – it was A’Sha who had followed. His body was so large that entering the temple, he actually had to bend and lean sideways to avoid hitting his head on the ceiling – his build was truly imposing.

Juan’er ignored him and stretched lazily. Suddenly seeing clothes on the ground, she couldn’t help making a “huh” sound: “Whose clothes are these? How did they end up here?” She jumped over and sat down with a plop. A’Sha looked dull and pointed at the ground, saying foolishly: “You sat on the clothes.” Juan’er yawned: “Mind your own business? Searched for Wu Dingyuan all night, and Senior Sister threw a tantrum – I’m really exhausted. Ah, let me sleep for a while first.” She lay down on Lu Yun’s outer robe, really planning to sleep.

A’Sha giggled: “Good! I want to sleep too.” Juan’er laughed: “No, you go guard the door. If bad people come, you must wake me up.” A’Sha made an “oh” sound: “What if Master comes?” Juan’er quickly said: “Then you especially must wake me up to avoid getting scolded!”

A’Sha laughed heartily: “You said Master is a bad person.” Juan’er scolded with a laugh: “Dead A’Sha, you actually know how to twist words.” She looked at A’Sha with sudden tender affection and called: “A’Sha, come here.”

A’Sha obediently approached and slowly squatted beside her, looking completely bewildered. Juan’er took out an object from her chest and placed it in A’Sha’s hand: “Here, this is for you.” Lu Yun looked from behind the statue and saw it was a gold locket – such items were usually gifts from parents and friends when a child reached one month old. Seeing Juan’er treat A’Sha this way, she really regarded him as a child.

Juan’er held the gold locket and read the characters on it: “A’Sha is not foolish, giggling and laughing, may you be safe and healthy year after year.” She smiled slightly and put the item in A’Sha’s chest, laughing: “I’m giving this to you – don’t you dare gamble it away.” A’Sha giggled and took out the locket again to play with. Looking at him this way, it wouldn’t take three days before it disappeared without a trace.

Juan’er gently stroked the top of his head and said tenderly: “A’Sha, have you been better lately? Have you remembered anything from the past?” She usually spoke carelessly, but now she was completely serious, like A’Sha’s mother. A’Sha grinned widely: “Yes! Yesterday’s chicken leg was delicious – I’m still thinking about it!”

Juan’er spat: “I’m talking seriously – have you remembered things from before?” A’Sha thought for a while: “Seems like no.” Juan’er sighed: “Hurry up and remember – seeing you so foolish every day makes my heart ache.” She gently caressed his huge cheek, very distressed.

This A’Sha was at least forty years old, not only with graying temples but also a mentally unclear patient. Seeing Juan’er treat him this way, she’d better not develop real feelings for him, or she’d suffer in the future. Both Lu and Gu, watching this, secretly shook their heads.

After being caressed for a while, A’Sha seemed quite comfortable and grinned foolishly, his body leaning closer to Juan’er, insisting she hold him in her arms. Lu Yun was secretly alarmed, thinking: “Good for you, A’Sha – can’t tell from your dull appearance, but you know how to take advantage.”

Seeing his amazed expression, Gu Qianxi whispered with a laugh: “What’s wrong? Do you want to be a fool too?” Lu Yun looked embarrassed, thinking: “Girls’ thoughts are truly perceptive – she saw through me in a moment.”

A’Sha lay on Juan’er’s lap, looking completely content, giggling: “Sister Juan’er smells so good.” He grabbed Lu Yun’s robe and wiped his nose messily, getting both drool and snot on it. Lu Yun’s heart sank as he thought: “This robe is ruined.”

Just then, suddenly someone walked in from the doorway. This person moved like a ghost, actually making no sound when landing, and when walking, didn’t even stir up dust. Lu Yun’s heart jumped – with his acute hearing, this person’s arrival had completely escaped his notice, which was quite alarming.

He heard Juan’er whisper: “Master!” Lu Yun looked quickly and saw this person wearing a human skin mask – it was the Azure Robe scholar who had arrived. It was said this person’s lightness skill was the world’s best, and now Lu Yun experienced it personally, finding the rumors to be true.

Seeing A’Sha rolling around on the ground, the Azure Robe scholar immediately asked: “Where is your senior sister?” Juan’er said: “Senior sister left first earlier. I saw her come to this temple, so I chased after her to look, but she ran away without a trace again.”

The Azure Robe scholar made a “hah” sound: “Didn’t I tell you three to look after each other? Why are you separated again? Did you provoke your senior sister?” The Azure Robe scholar was always prescient, and indeed hit the mark with one statement. Juan’er lowered her head: “Senior sister has such a bad temper. A’Sha didn’t do anything, it’s just… just…” It seemed the two sisters had definitely quarreled over A’Sha, but who knew about what.

The Azure Robe scholar shook his head and sighed: “Your martial uncle has been dead for over a year, and his great revenge remains unavenged, yet you sisters quarrel and bicker every day. Are you worthy of your martial uncle’s teachings when he was alive?” Juan’er, remembering Zhang Zhiyue’s kindness to her, immediately shed tears.

The Azure Robe scholar sighed, seeing A’Sha still rolling and playing on the ground restlessly, and shook his head: “Since we can’t find Commissioner Wu, let’s take him with us. Let’s return to the city first and meet up with your senior sister.” Juan’er breathed a sigh of relief and pulled A’Sha, calling: “A’Sha, let’s go!” But A’Sha giggled: “This place is fun – I don’t want to go!”

Juan’er scolded: “Master is angry, don’t you understand we should leave?”

Seeing A’Sha stubbornly sprawled on the ground, the Azure Robe scholar lightly flicked his sleeves. Where his force reached, A’Sha involuntarily stood up. Lu Yun watched and secretly admired: “The Azure Robe Sect Master has such skillful sleeve force – truly worthy of being Mount Jiuhua’s sect master. Seeing his martial arts so superb, he’s definitely not below the Four Great Vajras.”

The Azure Robe scholar nodded: “Let’s go.” Juan’er saw him turn to leave and pulled A’Sha’s hand to follow. Walking hurriedly, A’Sha was caught off guard and suddenly crashed into the door frame. With a bang, he actually knocked down a piece of it. This impact was not light – A’Sha fell backward with blood flowing from his forehead. Juan’er was shocked and quickly squatted down to call: “A’Sha! Are you alright?”

Seeing him motionless with eyes tightly closed, Juan’er feared something serious had happened and was about to call her master. Just then, A’Sha’s body moved slightly, suddenly opened his eyes, and stood up.

Juan’er breathed a sigh of relief and scolded: “Bad A’Sha, you’re usually not careful either. Does your head hurt?” She took out a handkerchief to wipe for A’Sha. Who knew A’Sha would smile slightly and gently push her away, reaching out his own sleeve to wipe.

Usually A’Sha was extremely dependent on her and never disobeyed her in the slightest. Juan’er was somewhat surprised and stared at A’Sha’s face: “A’Sha, are you still alright?” Hearing the question, A’Sha touched his head and said bewildered: “I… I don’t know…”

Juan’er heard him speak with the same confused state as usual and immediately felt relieved, patting her chest: “That was close! I thought you had injured your head.” A’Sha murmured: “I… I injured my head?” He looked up in confusion: “What is this place? Where are my brothers?”

Juan’er frowned: “A’Sha, what nonsense are you talking about?”

She saw A’Sha’s expression was serious, with blood flowing from the wound on his forehead. Originally he always had a silly grin, but now with blood covering his face, he looked somewhat ferocious. Both Juan’er and Gu Qianxi felt frightened watching this.

A’Sha stood bewildered, seemingly not knowing where he was. After a long while, he wiped the blood from his face, bent down to look at Juan’er, and said: “Little girl, have you seen my brothers?”

Hearing him speak wrongly, Juan’er was so frightened her face lost all color. At this time the Azure Robe scholar had also turned back. Juan’er quickly grabbed her master in shock: “Master, A’Sha he… he’s acting strange…” She originally wanted to say A’Sha had gone mad, but this A’Sha had long suffered from madness – how could he go mad again? But seeing his appearance, it wasn’t like his usual laughing state either, so she could only say he had become “strange.” Lu Yun and Gu Qianxi, seeing A’Sha’s expression completely different from usual, were also quite surprised.

A’Sha took a deep breath, turned to look around, left hand on his hip, right hand stroking his chin: “What place is this? Miss, could you please tell me?” Juan’er saw his behavior was different and his speech and vocabulary had also changed, seeming to have become quite learned. Both shocked and pleased, she quickly replied: “This… this is Changzhou City…” A’Sha said strangely: “Changzhou? Wasn’t I at Ghost Pavilion?”

Juan’er was startled: “Ghost Pavilion? What Ghost Pavilion?” A’Sha didn’t answer but looked down at his hands and shouted: “Where is my Crescent Blade Halberd? Who took it?” Juan’er saw him acting mad and quickly ran forward to grasp his large hands, calling: “A’Sha! Wake up! I’m Juan’er!”

A’Sha closed his eyes silently, as if thinking about something. After Juan’er pestered him for a while, he suddenly gave a low roar and pushed her away. His gaze swept over and saw the Azure Robe scholar, then said in a deep voice: “Who are you, sir? The little girl can’t explain clearly – you tell me! What place is this?” The Azure Robe scholar saw his eyes full of killing intent and stepped back one pace without speaking. A’Sha shouted: “Where are my brothers? Where is the Grand Commander? Tell me where they went!”

Juan’er had originally fallen to the ground but now crawled up and walked toward A’Sha step by step, saying gently: “There are no brothers, no Grand Commander – only Juan’er and Master. A’Sha, wake up!” She wanted to hold A’Sha’s hand, but seeing his face full of killing intent, she didn’t dare for a moment.

A’Sha held his head as if pondering something. His brow was deeply furrowed and he roared continuously – truly frightening. The Azure Robe scholar only watched from the sidelines, as if carefully observing his behavior.

Blood flowed from A’Sha’s face, his expression instantly became fierce, and he roared toward the sky: “What place is this exactly? Where did my brothers go?” His loud shout was like thunder in midair. Juan’er was so frightened by his roar that she cried, calling repeatedly: “A’Sha! Don’t be like this!”

A’Sha struck the wall with his hand – with a rumbling crash, earth and stones flew as he punched a large hole in the wall. He roared tragically: “Thieves! You offered amnesty openly but sent people to assassinate secretly. I, Little Lubu, mediated in between, but you harmed the Grand Commander! Treacherous ministers! How cruel your hearts!” He suddenly tore his clothes apart, revealing the fierce tattoo on his back. Everyone could see clearly – it showed a fierce tiger with two lines of text beside it: “Like a fierce tiger lying in barren hills, hiding claws and fangs, enduring patiently.”

Juan’er was both anxious and afraid, pulling her master’s sleeve and crying: “Master, A’Sha has gone mad – quickly think of something!”

A’Sha glared angrily at the Azure Robe scholar, suddenly charged forward with a wild roar, and struck down with raised palm. The wind was loud as the Azure Robe scholar’s feet barely touched ground, lightly floating three feet away to dodge this palm.

The palm wind swept by, mud and sand on the ground flew up, stirring dust throughout the room. A’Sha’s palm force struck repeatedly, but the Azure Robe scholar’s movements were light and agile, always avoiding being hit. Juan’er on the side was already frightened silly, only crying: “A’Sha! Don’t do this – he’s Master!” That A’Sha paid no attention and danced both palms, attacking the Azure Robe scholar with full force.

Seeing A’Sha’s momentum like a mad tiger, already killing to within three feet, the Azure Robe scholar suddenly stood still, then removed the mask from his face. A’Sha had originally been attacking fiercely, but suddenly seeing his face, couldn’t help crying out in shock: “It’s you!”

Lu Yun and Gu Qianxi, hiding behind the statue, could see clearly – under the moonlight, the face behind the mask was clear and handsome, a middle-aged scholar of about fifty years old, with a golden seal tattooed on his right cheek.

Suddenly seeing this face, A’Sha immediately embraced him, knelt down crying in pain, and shouted: “Where are my brothers?”

The Azure Robe scholar said sadly: “Dead, scattered.”

A’Sha’s whole body shook violently as he gasped: “What about my wife?”

The Azure Robe scholar’s eyes showed pity: “Yan Zhenwu died in battle, Er’niang’s whereabouts are still unknown.” Hearing this, A’Sha wept bitterly. The Azure Robe scholar, seeing his unbearable pain, reached out to gently stroke the top of his head and said: “Acting for heaven’s way was like a spring dream. The Five Tigers each went their separate ways – only you remain still dreaming. Real or illusion…” He took out a silver needle and pierced it into A’Sha’s neck.

Juan’er hid to the side watching, both shocked and afraid. Seeing her master’s behavior somewhat strange, she couldn’t help crying out: “Master, what are you doing?”

The Azure Robe scholar said indifferently: “I want him to remain foolish.”

Juan’er was greatly shocked and said tremblingly: “Why? He… isn’t it good that he woke up?” The Azure Robe scholar put on his mask and sighed: “In these chaotic times, a clear-minded person is not as good as a madman. Let him continue sleeping.”

Juan’er said in confusion: “Master, I… don’t understand…” The Azure Robe scholar didn’t answer and directly struck A’Sha’s shoulder with internal force. A’Sha immediately woke up, touching his forehead and crying loudly: “Who hit me! My head hurts so much! Woo… woo…” Then he leaned into Juan’er’s arms, his face again showing that foolish expression.

Juan’er looked at her master, rubbing A’Sha’s forehead, and whispered: “Master, he… he’s become like this again…”

The Azure Robe scholar sighed: “Take good care of him – let’s go now.” He walked out of the temple gate himself. That A’Sha touched the hard lump that had swollen on his forehead and cried loudly. Juan’er sighed and took out the handkerchief from her chest to bandage the wound on A’Sha’s head.

Lu Yun looked from behind the statue and saw Juan’er sitting on the ground with two clear tear tracks flowing down her face.

After witnessing so many events, it was already the second watch. Lu Yun and Gu Qianxi searched along the river for a while more, but seeing no trace of Wu Dingyuan anywhere, they had to return to the residence. Both had things on their minds and walked silently without speaking.

Reaching the prefect’s residence gate, Gu Qianxi asked: “We couldn’t find Commissioner Wu – what should we do tomorrow? What are your plans?” Lu Yun sighed but before he could speak, he suddenly heard a light, cheerful voice: “Prefect Lu, long time no see.”

Lu Yun found this voice very familiar and quickly turned to look. A person was standing at the alley entrance – it was Yang Suguan.

Lu Yun’s heart jumped, but he remained calm and bowed: “Doctor Yang comes quite early. Are you here about Dingyuan’s matter?”

Yang Suguan smiled slightly: “Prefect Lu’s information is indeed well-informed. It seems you also know about Dingyuan leaving the capital.”

Lu Yun wasn’t good at deception. Hearing him mention Wu Dingyuan, he immediately thought of those words Yang Suguan had said in the temple. His eyebrows raised as he said straightforwardly: “Let’s not talk about Dingyuan first. I heard Doctor Yang intends to reconcile with Zhuo Lingzhao – what’s this about?”

Yang Suguan heard his questioning but smiled, not rushing to answer. He walked two steps away and glanced at Gu Qianxi, sighing: “Qianxi, why did you run away from home? Your Second Concubine even came to my house looking for you – you really caused me trouble.”

Lu Yun saw him avoiding the question. Though he had thousands of words to say, he could only forcibly hold them back.

Gu Qianxi covered her mouth and laughed apologetically: “I’m really sorry. My concubine always acts rashly – I hope she didn’t disturb you too much.”

Yang Suguan sighed: “These past days I’ve been so worried, fearing you encountered some bad people on the road. Sigh… if I had known you came to Changzhou with Brother Lu, I wouldn’t have needed to worry.” Lu Yun stood to the side listening but couldn’t get a word in.

Seeing her beloved deep in thought, Gu Qianxi immediately smiled slightly: “Lu Lang, it’s late at night now – shall we invite Doctor Yang to stay overnight at our residence? What do you think?” She reached out to link arms with Lu Yun. She was always thoughtful, and seeing Lu Yun absent-minded, she intentionally showed intimacy with him in front of Yang Suguan to reassure his heart.

Lu Yun was still thinking about Zhuo Lingzhao’s matter and didn’t notice these details, saying: “Doctor Yang comes from afar as a guest – we naturally should offer hospitality.” He opened the gate and gestured: “Please enter, Doctor Yang.”

Yang Suguan laughed heartily and bowed: “I was just worrying about finding no place to spend the night – thank you so much.” He saw Gu Qianxi and Lu Yun’s intimate manner but showed no jealousy, his expression calm and natural as if nothing had happened.

Everyone entered the hall. At this time, the Azure Robe scholar and others had already returned and were still waiting in the hall. Yang Suguan bowed in greeting to the Azure Robe scholar: “Azure Robe Sect Master, it’s been a long time.” The Azure Robe scholar, seeing his sudden arrival, was also surprised: “Doctor Yang, did you also come to Changzhou for the ‘Hongwu Heavenly Furnace’?”

Yang Suguan laughed: “Not so. I have other official business on this trip – just paying a visit to our Prefect Lu along the way.” These words made light of heavy matters – without explicitly mentioning his intention to meet with Zhuo Lingzhao, he passed over the question lightly, truly skillful.

Not seeing Yan Ting, Gu Qianxi felt somewhat worried and asked: “Where is Miss Yan Ting? Why don’t I see her?”

Yang Suguan coughed lightly and was about to speak when they heard a soft voice: “I’m here.” Everyone turned to look and saw Yan Ting walking gracefully from the inner hall – she had already returned to the residence. Her face still bore tear stains, constantly avoiding Yang Suguan’s gaze, her expression full of helplessness and sorrow. Lu Yun and Gu Qianxi exchanged glances, both secretly speculating about what had happened between her and Yang Suguan afterward.

Seeing the late hour and everyone having things on their minds, Lu Yun said: “Since Dingyuan’s whereabouts are unknown, we can only wait and see what develops. Please everyone rest quickly – tomorrow after Dingyuan appears, we’ll decide what to do!”

The Azure Robe scholar nodded: “Though Commissioner Wu’s movements are hard to predict, I saw when he acted during the day, his body technique was extremely fast and his martial arts had greatly improved. Tomorrow when he duels with Kunlun Mountain, he won’t necessarily be at a disadvantage. Everyone needn’t worry too much.” Everyone nodded in agreement and went to their rooms to sleep.

Lu Yun returned to his room and was about to rest when he suddenly heard someone knocking at the door. Lu Yun thought: “At this late hour, could it be Qianxi visiting?” It seemed Gu Qianxi feared he would be jealous of Yang Suguan and came in the middle of the night to comfort him with gentle words. Lu Yun shook his head slightly, thinking: “Qianxi really doesn’t understand my nature – am I, Lu Yun, so petty?” He opened the door but saw a young man standing at the entrance – it was Yang Suguan.

Lu Yun felt slightly alarmed and somewhat guarded, asking: “In the deep of night, does Doctor Yang have some matter?”

Yang Suguan didn’t answer but brushed past him into the room and sat down by the table. Lu Yun saw his somewhat rude behavior and couldn’t help frowning, not knowing his intention.

Before Lu Yun could speak, Yang Suguan picked up the teapot and poured himself a cup of tea, smiling: “Prefect Lu, it’s late and I shouldn’t disturb you, but I have several matters to discuss with you. If delayed, I fear they’ll be ruined – please be understanding.”

Lu Yun stood motionless and said indifferently: “In the deep of night, if Doctor Yang has something to say, please speak quickly.” Hearing that Liu Angtian intended to win over Zhuo Lingzhao but being completely uninformed beforehand, thinking of this, he couldn’t help feeling somewhat displeased, and his tone was naturally unkind.

Hearing his urging, Yang Suguan became even more leisurely. He drank some tea and said slowly: “That day when I left the capital, Guard Wei sent word that Dingyuan had resigned and left the capital, heading south, probably targeting Zhuo Lingzhao. Seeing the unfavorable situation, I rode fast horses all the way to Changzhou. Sigh… who knew I was still a step behind Dingyuan…”

Lu Yun looked at him coldly: “Why did Dingyuan resign? I wonder if Doctor Yang has any insights?” His tone was stern with obvious interrogation.

Yang Suguan was quite frank: “This matter isn’t hard to understand – Dingyuan must have been dissatisfied with the Marquis’s orders and left the capital on his own.”

Lu Yun had already anticipated this but feared Wu Dingyuan’s future would be affected, so he softened his tone: “After the Marquis learned of this, was he very angry?” Yang Suguan said: “The Marquis has always been magnanimous and won’t fuss over small matters. You can rest assured about this.”

Lu Yun breathed a sigh of relief and asked again: “In your view, tomorrow’s battle between Dingyuan and the Sword God – who will win?” Yang Suguan closed his eyes: “This matter needn’t be discussed much – Dingyuan will undoubtedly lose.” Lu Yun snorted: “Dingyuan has practiced continuously this past year, and his martial arts are no longer what they used to be – everyone has seen this. Perhaps Dingyuan has already practiced his martial arts to the ultimate level – that’s not impossible. Doctor Yang speaking this way – aren’t you building up others’ morale?” His words carried slight dissatisfaction.

Seeing his displeasure, Yang Suguan smiled slightly: “Prefect Lu, I’ll speak frankly – you already know the Marquis’s secret plan, don’t you?” Hearing the words “secret plan,” Lu Yun immediately thought of what he’d heard in the temple. This Yang Suguan was indeed shrewd – apparently he already knew about him and Gu Qianxi hiding in the ruined temple. Lu Yun coughed lightly and nodded.

Seeing his admission, Yang Suguan immediately said: “Prefect Lu, our dealing with Kunlun Mountain this time isn’t to arrest and imprison people or exterminate entire families, but to force them to provide testimony in court to confront Jiang Chong. Right or not?” Lu Yun nodded: “Doctor Yang is correct – we came not to exterminate Kunlun Mountain but to bring down Jiang Chong.”

Yang Suguan clapped and smiled: “Prefect Lu speaks directly. Even if we could kill all of Kunlun Mountain, it wouldn’t help the Marquis’s great cause of unifying the court. This must be carefully considered.” He paused and continued: “But I’ve thought it over – seeing Zhuo Lingzhao’s high martial arts and strict control over subordinates, even if we capture a few Kunlun sect members, we probably can’t force out any testimony. To bring down Jiang Chong, we must join hands with Zhuo Lingzhao.” Lu Yun’s gaze turned skyward coldly: “Is this why you thought up the plan to win over Zhuo Lingzhao?”

Seeing his displeasure, Yang Suguan guessed his upright character made him unwilling to cooperate with Zhuo Lingzhao, and immediately said: “Don’t be angry. That day at the Governor’s office, only because Dingyuan was present did the Marquis find it inconvenient to explain this plan to everyone – he feared Dingyuan would storm out. We had no choice but to dissemble and hide the truth.”

Lu Yun was silent for a long while: “Let’s not talk about Dingyuan first. Doctor Yang, however clever this plan, Zhuo Lingzhao and Jiang Chong have deep friendship – what wonderful plan does Doctor Yang have to befriend this person? Will he appreciate it?”

Yang Suguan laughed heartily: “Why should the Prefect worry about this? Zhuo Lingzhao and Jiang Chong – one is a wolf, one is a tiger or leopard. From the time they met, neither had good intentions, and there’s no true friendship. To persuade Zhuo Lingzhao to join our side is absolutely no difficult matter.” Lu Yun shook his head: “Though that’s true, Zhuo Lingzhao abandoning Jiang for Liu doesn’t necessarily bring any benefits.”

Yang Suguan shook his head: “There are many benefits. The Marquis has ordered that as long as Zhuo Lingzhao cooperates with us, we’ll no longer pursue his criminal responsibility afterward, and I’m confident I can persuade the monastery abbot. In the future, he can live freely and peacefully coexist with the orthodox martial world, while we eliminate a great threat to the court. Everyone benefits – why not do it?”

Lu Yun’s mind was in chaos, recalling the miserable situation when he and Wu Dingyuan fled together in the past. At that time, he had personally received a palm from Zhuo Lingzhao and nearly died before barely escaping with his life. This person was cold and cruel – now to compromise with him, even if they could overthrow Jiang Chong, he still felt guilty inside. He shook his head: “The Yanling Escort Agency case changed Dingyuan’s entire life destiny. If we truly join hands with Zhuo Lingzhao, the killer goes free from now on – how can Dingyuan bear this? He will never agree.”

Yang Suguan said: “Actually, there’s no deep hatred between Dingyuan and Zhuo Lingzhao – everything is just because of one Yanling Escort Agency. If you and I discuss it properly with him, there’s definitely room for compromise. Don’t be so inflexible.”

Lu Yun heard him speak so easily and couldn’t help his anger rising, shouting loudly: “Fine! Even if Dingyuan no longer pursues this case, but our doing this way – do all the people of Yanling Escort Agency count as dying innocently? They died dozens of lives – you’re a Shaolin disciple, how can you bear this in your heart?”

Yang Suguan said indifferently: “To eliminate treacherous ministers, we can only compromise temporarily – this is also an unavoidable method. Prefect Lu knows military strategy and should understand the priorities.” He took the tea bowl and sipped, then said: “Jiang Chong’s power is vast – if not eliminated for one day, countless people in the world will suffer. Though Zhuo Lingzhao’s martial arts are high, he’s just a commoner with limited ability to cause harm. If we must choose one to eliminate first, what does Prefect Lu say?”

Lu Yun had proposed the plan to revitalize the court structure before Liu Angtian and naturally understood the court situation. Hearing these words, it was difficult to refuse, so he had to say: “I have no objection to this matter – as long as Dingyuan can agree, I can speak easily.” Yang Suguan knew he was stalling and immediately said: “If I can find him, I’ll naturally discuss it with him first. But the current timing is urgent – I fear before we meet Commissioner Wu, we’ll have already settled terms with Zhuo Lingzhao, and then we’ll be sorry to him.”

Lu Yun gave a dry laugh: “Doing it this way, I fear Dingyuan will be furious, and in his anger, we might not even be able to remain friends.”

Yang Suguan smiled: “Please rest assured, Prefect Lu – I have arrangements.” Lu Yun made an “oh” sound: “What arrangements?”

Yang Suguan said indifferently: “Heroes have difficulty passing the beauty barrier.” Lu Yun suddenly understood – he knew Yang wanted to ask Yan Ting to intercede. Wu Dingyuan would definitely make concessions for Yan Ting’s sake.

Seeing his confidence, Lu Yun couldn’t express further opposition and bowed: “Since Doctor Yang has arrangements and has informed me, go ahead and act freely. If you need any assistance, feel free to notify me.”

Among the four Liu sect members, actually Lu Yun’s stubbornness exceeded even Wu Dingyuan’s. Yang Suguan, seeing he had finally persuaded this difficult person, was very pleased and immediately smiled: “Thank you, Prefect Lu.”

Lu Yun had been completely uninformed about this secret plan from beginning to end. Not to mention Wu Dingyuan’s matter, even he felt uncomfortable about it, but considering their comradeship, it wasn’t convenient to say much. Feeling displeased and not wanting to talk more, he stood up to see his guest out: “It’s getting late – please rest early, Doctor Yang!”

Yang Suguan walked out of the room and suddenly turned back with a smile, staring at him: “Brother Lu, you’re very fortunate.”

Lu Yun was startled. Since he passed the imperial examination, Yang Suguan had always addressed him by official title and never called him Brother Lu. Not knowing what new scheme he had, Lu Yun coughed: “Doctor Yang, please speak if you have something to say.”

Yang Suguan grasped his palm and whispered in his ear: “Treat Miss Gu well – she has never forgotten you from beginning to end.” He smiled in his ear and added: “I know you dislike me, but having you as an assistant makes me very happy for the Marquis.”

Lu Yun’s mind stirred and he was about to respond when Yang Suguan walked away without looking back.

Since knowing Yang Suguan, Lu Yun had never had private conversations with him. Now hearing him speak his true feelings, he couldn’t help feeling surprised for a moment, not knowing whether to be happy or sad. He looked at his palm as if Yang Suguan’s remaining warmth still lingered there – that warmth, though not particularly intense, was a kind of wonderful tenderness…